There will never be any more perfection than there is now.

Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death, it is form, union, plan, it is eternal life, it is happiness.

I accept reality and dare not question it.

O joy of suffering! To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them! to find how much one can stand! To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! To mount the scaffold! to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! To be indeed a God!

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.