From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.

To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!

Without enough wilderness America will change. Democracy, with its myriad personalities and increasing sophistication, must be fibred and vitalized by regular contact with outdoor growths - animals, trees, sun warmth and free skies - or it will dwindle and pale.

There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.