The city sleeps and the country sleeps, the living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, the old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife; and these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them, and such as it is to be of these more or less I am, and of these one and all I weave the song of myself.

Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.

The President eats dirt and excrement for his daily meals, likes it and tries to force it on The States.

Day full-blown and splendid-day of the immense sun, action, ambition, laughter, The Night follows close with millions of suns, and sleep and restoring darkness.

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.

Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.