Be not ashamed women, ... You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains.

By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.

Americans should know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.

Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.