I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment—what is this, then? I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea.

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

O America! Because you build for mankind I build for you.

All the past we leave behind; We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O Pioneers!

I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I spring from the pages into your arms-decease calls me forth.