I open my scuttle at night and see the far-sprinkled systems, All all I see multiplied as high as I can cipher edge but the rim of the farther systems. Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding, Outward and outward and forever outward.

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

It is only the novice in political economy who thinks it is the duty of government to make its citizens happy - government has no such office.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.

Whoever degrades another degrades me.

What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.