The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.

All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.

In nothing is there more evolution than the American mind.

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

Camerado! This is no book; who touches this touches a man.

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.

Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

From this hour, freedom! Going where I like, my own master.

I dote on myself. There is a lot of me and all so luscious.

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it.

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.

All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.

I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.

Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.

I speak the password primeval; I give the sign of democracy.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.

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

To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!

Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke!

The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.

By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.

I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.

When one reaches out to help another he touches the face of God.

And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

O the joy of my spirit - it is uncaged - it darts like lightning!

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

I think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .

And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.

Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.

Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over.

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

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

He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked.

Charity and personal force are the only investments worth anything.

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.

The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him - it cannot fail

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.

But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe.

I am an acme of things accomplished, and I an encloser of things to be.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.

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

The whole purpose of the universe is unerringly aimed at one thing - you.

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