Other lands have their vitality in a few, a class, but we have it in the bulk of our people.

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results, And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death, And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact, And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment—what is this, then? I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea.

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

These are the days that must happen to you.

I think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .