There will never be any more perfection than there is now.
All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.
Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
The President eats dirt and excrement for his daily meals, likes it and tries to force it on The States.
It is only the novice in political economy who thinks it is the duty of government to make its citizens happy - government has no such office.
I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.
We convince by our presence.
Forsake all inhibitions, Pursue thy dreams.
Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.
In the faces of men and women, I see God.
What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?
I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.
I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul.
Peace is always beautiful.
Nothing endures but personal qualities.
I know I am deathless. No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before. I laugh at what you call dissolution, and I know the amplitude of time.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree toad is a chef-d'oeurve for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels!
The art of art... is simplicity.
Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.
Old age: The estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours into the Great Sea.
Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.
I and this mystery, here we stand.
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