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

It is only the novice in political economy who thinks it is the duty of government to make its citizens happy - government has no such office.

Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, if I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.

You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe much unseen is also here

A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers handle the pitch-fork; A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

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.