I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.

Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.

Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

Nothing endures but personal qualities.