He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.

Did you, too, O friend, suppose democracy was only for elections, for politics, and for a party name? I say democracy is only of use there that it may pass on and come to its flower and fruit in manners, in the highest forms of interaction between people, and their beliefs - in religion, literature, colleges and schools- democracy in all public and private life.

For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!

I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me by the hand, … Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I require nothing further, I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.