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.

I inhale great draught of space...the east and west are mine...and the north and south are mine...I am grandeur than I thought...I did not know i held so much goodness.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.

The purpose of democracy - supplanting old belief in the necessary absoluteness of establish'd dynastic rulership, temporal, ecclesiastical, and scholastic, as furnishing the only security against chaos, crime, and ignorance - is, through many transmigrations, and amid endless ridicules, arguments, and ostensible failures

Day by day and night by night we were together - all else has long been forgotten by me.

O amazement of things-even the least particle!