Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.
The future is no more uncertain than the present.
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?
We convince by our presence.
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.
I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.
Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.