“I and this mystery, here we stand.”

Resist much, obey little.

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

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

Produce great men, the rest follows.

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.

A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.

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

We convince by our presence.

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

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

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.

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

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

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom – one brief hour of madness and joy.