I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name.

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

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

Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.

All truths wait in all things,/They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.

The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.