Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.

And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.

The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.

You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe much unseen is also here

I am not contain'd between my hat and boots.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content. One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness, I can wait.