In the faces of men and women, I see God.

There's no doubt that I've deserved my enemies, but I don't think I've deserved my friends.

The Past -- the dark unfathomed retrospect! The teeming gulf --the sleepers and the shadows! The past! the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?

That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.

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

There is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth - but all is truth without exception; And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.

If you done it, it ain't bragging.