The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.
The cleanest expression is that which finds no sphere worthy of itself, and makes one.
The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give.
I resist any thing better than my own diversity, Breathe the air but leave plenty after me, And am not stuck up, and am in my place.
Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runway sun, I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love. If you want me again look for me under your boot soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.