“I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat!”

No coward soul is mine.

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.

I never told my love vocally still.

You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!

What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.

When you’re singing, you’re using extra muscles, and it requires a lot of exercise and breathing. You can’t do that if you’re a sissy. If I have any fitness advice for people, I’d tell them to sing more. It’s good therapy, too.

It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.

I think segregation is bad, I think it’s wrong, it’s immoral. I’d fight against it with every breath in my body, but you don’t need to sit next to a white person to learn how to read and write.

I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

Hug me like the wind does healing my heart, calming my soul, while it wraps every inch of me. Caressing my hair, it gives me goosebumps, as it whispers something that takes my breath away.

I’ve got to keep breathing. It’ll be my worst business mistake if I don’t.

Every breath we draw is a gift of God’s love; every moment of existence is a grace.

When you learn to navigate and manage your breath, you can navigate any situation in life.