Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

I dote on myself. There is a lot of me and all so luscious.

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turned to beautiful results.

The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.

For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!

But the people are ungrammatical, untidy, and their sins gaunt and ill-bred.