Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

The best way to know life is to love many things.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

Happiness, not in another place, but this place…not for another hour, but this hour.

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

I bequeath myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.

I am large, I contain multitudes.

Do anything, but let it produce joy.

Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself.

We were together. I forget the rest.

Resist much, obey little.

Re-examine all that you have been told… dismiss that which insults your soul.

Freedom – to walk free and own no superior.

I exist as I am, that is enough.

Love the earth and sun and animals. Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks.

And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine—and shadows will fall behind you.

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.

The future is no more uncertain than the present.

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

Peace is always beautiful.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.

Be curious, not judgmental.