The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.

I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste, affectionate, compassionate, fully armed; I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual, bold, And I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its translation.

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.

There is no God any more divine than Yourself.

The eager and often inconsiderate appeals of reformers and revolutionists are indispensable to counterbalance the inertia and fossilism marking so large a part of human institutions.

The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.