Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun.... there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

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