I refuse putting from me the best that I am.

This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

O joy of suffering! To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them! to find how much one can stand! To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! To mount the scaffold! to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! To be indeed a God!

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

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

Let that which stood in front go behind, let that which was behind advance to the front, let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions, let the old propositions be postponed.