I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
After the dazzle of day is gone, only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars; after the plain of the surface and the breakers have gone, the depths of the ocean show beautiful forms.
It would be better for me that the whole world should disagree with me than that I, being one, should be out of harmony with myself.
I do not care so much what I am to others as I care what I am to myself.
The greatest thing in the world is to know how to be oneself.