1)Henry David Thoreau, http://thoreau.eserver.org/walden00.html

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drum.  Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away”

2)From I Sing The Body Electric by Walt Whitman, http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15753

I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough,

To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,

To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough,

To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then?

I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.

There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well,

All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.

3)From Howl by Allen Ginsberg, http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15308

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,

Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats,

floating across the tops of cities contempating jazz.