I Will Work In My Own Way,

Birds And Beasts Have In Fact Our Own Nature, Flattened A Semi-tone.

Nature Made Us Individuals, As She Did The Flowers And The Pebbles; But We Are Afraid To Be Peculiar, And So Our Society Resembles A Bag Of Marbles, Or A String Of Mold Candles. Why Should We All Dress After The Same Fashion? The Frost Never Paints My Windows Twice Alike.

In The First Place, The Government Ought Not To Be Invested With Power To Control The Affections, Any More Than The Consciences Of Citizens. A Man Has At Least As Good A Right To Choose His Wife, As He Has To Choose His Religion. His Taste May Not Suit His Neighbors; But So Long As His Deportment Is Correct, They Have No Right To Interfere With His Concerns.

In The First Place, An Unjust Law Exists In This Commonwealth, By Which Marriages Between Persons Of Different Color Is Pronounced Illegal. I Am Perfectly Aware Of The Gross Ridicule To Which I May Subject Myself By Alluding To This Particular; But I Have Lived Too Long, And Observed Too Much, To Be Disturbed By The World's Mockery.

That Man's Best Works Should Be Such Bungling Imitations Of Nature's Infinite Perfection, Matters Not Much; But That He Should Make Himself An Imitation, This Is The Fact Which Nature Moans Over, And Deprecates Beseechingly. Be Spontaneous, Be Truthful, Be Free, And Thus Be Individuals! Is The Song She Sings Through Warbling Birds, And Whispering Pines, And Roaring Waves, And Screeching Winds.