I am an acme of things accomplished, and I an encloser of things to be.

I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim - the rocks - the motion of the waves - the ships, with men in them, what stranger miracles are there?

To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people.