Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,
Be not afraid of my body.

I believe in the flesh and the appetites;
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Divine am I inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch’d from;
The scent of these arm-pits, aroma finer than prayer;
This head more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds.

If anything is sacred, the human body is sacred.

The future is no more uncertain than the present

I shall use America and democracy as convertible terms

To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.