And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.... And as to you corpse, I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips — I reach to the polished breasts of melons. And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.

An individual is as superb as a nation when he has the qualities which make a superb nation.

Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death, it is form, union, plan, it is eternal life, it is happiness.

This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.

not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

Youth, large, lusty, loving -- Youth, full of grace, force, fascination. Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?

Resist much, obey little.