Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, 
You must travel it for yourself.


O soul, we have positively appear'd — that is enough.


Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone,
But love is not over
 — and what love, O comrades!


I have sung the body and the soul, war and peace have I sung, and the songs of life and death,
And the songs of birth, and shown that there are many births.


I announce natural persons to arise,
I announce justice triumphant,
I announce uncompromising liberty and equality,
I announce the justification of candor and the justification of pride.


Love, that is all the earth to lovers — love, that mocks time and space,
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.


Thou Mother with thy equal brood,
Thou varied chain of different States, yet one identity only,
A special song before I go I'd sing o'er all the rest,
For thee, the future.


Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?


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


Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.


Do you know so much yourself that you call the meanest ignorant?


Know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.


No man understands any greatness or goodness but his own, or the indication of his own.


Produce great Persons, the rest follows.


I cannot say to any person what I hear — I cannot say it to myself — it is very wonderful. 


To conclude, I announce what comes after me.


Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.


Did you guess the celestial laws are yet to be work'd over and rectified? 


All truths wait in all things,
They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it
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