A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.

Each of us inevitable, Each of us limitless—each of us with his or her right upon the earth, Each of us allow'd the eternal purports of the earth, Each of us here as divinely as any is here.

Dismiss whatever insults your own soul; And your very flesh shall be a great poem…

The cleanest expression is that which finds no sphere worthy of itself, and makes one.

What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you?

Of the human form especially, it is so great it must never be made ridiculous . . . Exaggerations will be revenged in human physiology.

The narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery.

I am larger, better than I thought, / I did not know I held so much goodness

Wonderful to depart! Wonderful to be here! The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood! To breathe the air, how delicious! To speak—to walk—to seize something by the hand! To prepare for sleep, for bed, to look on my rose-color'd flesh! To be conscious of my body, so satisfied, so large! To be this incredible God I am! To have gone forth among other Gods, these men and women I love. - from Song at Sunset

To be creative is only to have health: to keep oneself fully alive in the Creation, to keep the Creation fully alive in oneself, to see the Creation anew, to welcome one's part in it anew.

Child, you listen to me, and you look me straight in the eyes when I'm talking to you. I may be just old hired help, and a country woman to boot, but I'm a human. And you know what? God thought of me. He actually took the time to dream me up. I may not be much to look at, but what you see first started in the mind of God, so don't stand there and ignore me like I don't exist. You remember that." Miss

I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. I will not refuse to do the something I can do.