After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains.

Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower.

Peace is always beautiful.

I exist as I am, that is enough.

I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.