The strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung.

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

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

storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.

Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth ever afterward resumes its liberty.

All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.