Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.

I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The Americans, like the English, probably make love worse than any other race.

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

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

When the materials are all prepared and ready, the architects shall appear.

In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings, Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green, with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love, With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard, With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green, A sprig with its flower I break.