The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

I know I am deathless…We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.

All truths wait in all things.

The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.

I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

Now understand me well. It is provided in the essence of things that from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth something to make a greater struggle necessary.