There is an indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius.
Seeing, hearing and feeling are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.
In the confusion [of love] we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.
Get a good idea and stay with it. Dog it, and work at it until it's done right.
Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.