The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.

To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.

The truth is simple. If it was complicated, everyone would understand it.

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?

Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her shall I follow.

I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.

I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!

When the materials are all prepared and ready, the architects shall appear.

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion's sake.

I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy

Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

But the people are ungrammatical, untidy, and their sins gaunt and ill-bred.

All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other.

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems

Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.

All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.

Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities!

Over all the sky - the sky! Far, far out of reach, studded with eternal stars.

The Americans, like the English, probably make love worse than any other race.

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.

Re-examine all that you have been told... dismiss that which insults your soul.

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower.

The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !

O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.

Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.

All truths wait in all things,/They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it

All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.

Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name.

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.

Man is about the same, in the main, whether with despotism, or whether with freedom.

What beauty there is in words; what a lurking curious charm in the sound some words.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass, Be not afraid of my body.

not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

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