If there were nothing else of Abraham Lincoln for history to stamp him with, it is enough to send him with his wreath to the memory of all future time, that he endured that hour, that day, bitterer than gall - indeed a crucifixion day - that it did not conquer him - that he unflinchingly stemmed it, and resolved to lift himself and the Union out of it.

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked.

The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer, I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?

By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.

The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.