I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.

Shut not your doors to me proud libraries.

The best writing has no lace on its sleeves.

Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems

Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.