Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

My ties and ballasts leave me - I travel - I sail - My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents - I am afoot with my vision.

A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.

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

Camerado! This is no book; who touches this touches a man.

The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer, I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.

I love doctors and hate their medicine.