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.

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

Where the earth is, we are.

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.

If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.