I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

TO the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved, Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever after-ward resumes its liberty.

Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees.

Shut not your doors to me proud libraries.