This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me

I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.

The truth is simple. If it was complicated, everyone would understand it.

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

Be not ashamed women, ... You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.

I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.