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

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

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?

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

People who serve you without love get even behind your back.

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.

O America! Because you build for mankind I build for you.