I dote on myself. There is a lot of me and all so luscious.

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

I say no body of men are fit to make Presidents, judges and generals, unless they themselves supply the best specimens of the same; and that supplying one or two such specimens illuminates the whole body for a thousand years.

Americans should know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.

I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?

Me imperturbe, standing at ease in nature.