For all these new and evolutionary facts, meanings, purposes, new poetic messages, new forms and expressions, are inevitable.

And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

I refuse putting from me the best that I am.

There will never be any more perfection than there is now.

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!

In nothing is there more evolution than the American mind.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.