What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you? - Walt Whitman

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.

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

WOMEN sit, or move to and fro — some old, some young;
The young are beautiful — but the old are more beautiful than the young.