I accept reality and dare not question it.

And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other.

Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.

The best writing has no lace on its sleeves.

Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.

You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe much unseen is also here

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.