And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.

I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.

So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.

Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.

Peace is always beautiful.

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