I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.

NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.

And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other.

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

THIS dust was once the Man, / Gentle, plain, just and resolute—under whose cautious hand, / Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age, / Was saved the Union of These States.

There is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth - but all is truth without exception; And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.

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