We convince by our presence.

Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I spring from the pages into your arms-decease calls me forth.

All the past we leave behind; We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O Pioneers!

Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.

All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

Praised be the fathomless universe, for life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious.

The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give.