“And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.”

“Freedom: to walk free and own no superior”

“Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.”

“Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?”

“The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.”

“SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles, The rushing amorous contact high in space together, The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel, Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling, 5In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling, Till o’er the river pois’d, the twain yet one, a moment’s lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing, Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight, She hers, he his, pursuing.”

“A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.”