There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe.

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

To speak in literature with the perfect rectitude and insouciance of the movements of animals and the unimpeachable of the sentiment of trees in the woods and grass by the roadside is the flawless triumph of art.

I inhale great draught of space...the east and west are mine...and the north and south are mine...I am grandeur than I thought...I did not know i held so much goodness.

Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, / The young are beautiful--but the old are more beautiful than the young.

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

I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul.