I'm young as morning
and fresh as dew.
Everybody loves me
and so do you.

I felt free and therefore I was free.

Like when you're young, you figure you're unique. I was young.

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive
But to be young was very heaven.

If I can sing, I still am free.

I am free! for I have in me the strength of truth.

It is only when the mind is free from the old that it meets everything anew, and in that there is joy.

All the joys — animal and human — of a free life are mine. I have escaped everything that is artificial, conventional, customary. I am entering into the truth, into nature.

I am wind-tawned and sun-browned. Wearing the marks of the open.
I reek of freedom.

To be young means to be original, to have remained nearer to the sources of life: it means to be able to stand up and shake off the fetters of an outlived civilization, to dare — where others lack the courage — to plunge again into the elemental.

No matter what your past has been, you have a spotless future.

I've lived out my melancholy youth. I don't give a fuck anymore what's behind me, or what's ahead of me. I'm healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day. Today!

Alone can rival, can succeed to thee. How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

I am free and that is why I am lost.