Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, / If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
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.
The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.
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.