Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

I will not descend among professors and capitalists.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.

I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.

Peace is always beautiful.

NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.