Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.
I heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes – but is that all?
The beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Freedom – to walk free and own no superior.
When I give I give myself.
Let that which stood in front go behind, let that which was behind advance to the front, let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions, let the old propositions be postponed.
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.