Oh captain my captain

Most works are most beautiful without ornament.

I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!

Youth, large, lusty, loving -- Youth, full of grace, force, fascination. Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?

All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments. It is not the violins and the cornets-it is not the oboe nor the beating drums, nor the score of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza-nor that of the women's chorus; it is nearer and farther than they.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell