I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.

Either define the moment or the moment will define you.

All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

Camerado! This is no book; who touches this touches a man.

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