Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labor to others... And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?
Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.
These are the days that must happen to you.
I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.
I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.
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.
Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities!
The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.
Something there is more immortal even than the stars.
There will never be any more perfection than there is now.
I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
O captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done. The ship has weather'd every wrack The prize we sought is won The port is near, the bells I hear The people all exulting While follow eyes, the steady keel The vessel grim and daring But Heart! Heart! Heart! O the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my captain lies Fallen cold and dead.
Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.
this is thy hour o soul, thy free flight into the wordless, away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, night, sleep, death and the stars.
I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.
I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.
Camerado! This is no book; who touches this touches a man.
There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now; And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
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