Of all mankind the great poet is the equable man. Not in him but off from him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their sanity.

All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.

Let that which stood in front go behind, let that which was behind advance to the front, let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions, let the old propositions be postponed.

The future is no more uncertain than the present.

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear.

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.