Praised be the fathomless universe, for life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious.

I meet new Walt Whitmans everyday. There are a dozen of them afloat. I don't know which Walt Whitman I am.

not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass all the argument of the earth, And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love.

In the faces of men and women, I see God.