Simplicity is the glory of expression.

Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!

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

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine everything could be worse but isn't and so we are justified in being grateful - and shadows everything could be better but isn't and so it is easy to be bitter 'unless you decide to look on the bright side will fall behind you.

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.