Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, it provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?

The art of art, the glory of expression, is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity, and the sunlight of letters is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity-nothing can make up for excess, or for the lack of definiteness.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I spring from the pages into your arms-decease calls me forth.

Are you the new person drawn toward me?

This hour I tell things in confidence/ I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.

I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?