Most works are most beautiful without ornament.

I dreamed in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth; I dreamed that was the new City of Friends; Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love—it led the rest; It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city, And in all their looks and words.

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?

Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !

I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!