From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines. Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute. Listening to others, and considering well what they say. Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating. Gently but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

There will never be any more perfection than there is now.

A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.

I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.

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.

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?