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

Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.

Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees.

Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

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!

Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.