And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.

Charity and personal force are the only investments worth anything.

Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

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.