I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell

THIS dust was once the Man, / Gentle, plain, just and resolute—under whose cautious hand, / Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age, / Was saved the Union of These States.

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

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.

I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul.