I have heard what the talkers were talking . . . . the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. 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.
Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.
I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.
Agonies are one of my changes of garments.
Argue not concerning God,re-examine all that you have been told at church or school or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your soul.
I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.