not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.
The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.
I know nothing grander, better exercise, better digestion, more positive proof of the past, the triumphant result of faith in human kind, than a well-contested American national election.
I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.
All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.
O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?