Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

All truths wait in all things.

Shut not your doors to me proud libraries.

Under the specious pretext of effecting 'the happiness of the whole community,' nearly all the wrongs and intrusions of government has been carried through.

Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!

Over all the sky - the sky! Far, far out of reach, studded with eternal stars.