Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

I accept reality and dare not question it.

not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

My ties and ballasts leave me - I travel - I sail - My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents - I am afoot with my vision.

Why who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know nothing else but miracles, whether they be animals feeding in the fields, Or, birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring; These, with the rest, one and all, are to me, miracles.

O the joy of my spirit - it is uncaged - it darts like lightning!