Love, that is day and night — love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.
Liberty is to be subserv’d whatever occurs; That is nothing that is quell’d by one or two failures, or any number of failures, Or by the indifference or ingratitude of the people, or by any unfaithfulness…
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.
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d, I stand and look at them long and long.
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?