It is that something in the soul which says, — Rage on, whirl on, I tread master here and everywhere; master of the spasms of the sky and of the shat… - Walt Whitman

Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

I should like to know, what is life?
Yes indeed — what is life? There’s something in the human critter which only needs to be nudged to reveal itself: something inestimably eloquent, precious: not always observed: it is a folded leaf: not absent because we fail to see it: the right man comes — the right hour; the leaf is lifted. The largest part of our human tragedies are humanly avoidable: they come from greed, from carelessness, from causes not catastrophic, elemental: with more radical good heart most of our woes would disappear.

One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, / And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten / million years, / I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.