I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones. - Walt Whitman

Re-examine all you have been told. Dismiss what insults your soul.

The law of the past can't be eluded,
The law of the present and future cannot be eluded,
The law of the living cannot be eluded,

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, love, and so on — have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear — what remains? Nature remains; to bring out from their torpid recesses, the affinities of a man or woman with the open air, the trees, fields, the changes of seasons — the sun by day and the stars of heaven by night.