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

Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.

I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained; I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition; They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins; They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God; Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things; Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago; Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

The past, the future, majesty, love - if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.