There's no doubt that I've deserved my enemies, but I don't think I've deserved my friends. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I Think it is lost…but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost . The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
It is only the novice in political economy who thinks it is the duty of government to make its citizens happy -… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I think I could always live with animals. The more you're around people, the more you love animals. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I think of few heroic actions, which cannot be traced to the artistical impulse. He who does great deeds, does them from… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
My spirit has pass'd in compassion and determination around the whole earth. I have look'd for equals and lovers an found them… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Our leading men are not of much account and never have been, but the average of the people is immense, beyond all… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained; I stand and look at… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me… And as to… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning - I am surely far different from what you… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
“Each of us inevitable, Each of us limitless—each of us with his or her right upon the earth, Each of us allow'd the eternal… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Oh while I live, to be the ruler of life, not a slave, to meet life as a powerful conqueror, and nothing exterior to… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Wisdom is not finally tested in the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
I think I could always live with animals. The more you're around people, the more you love animals. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
“I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
This is what you shall do: love the earth and sun, and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth. — Walt Whitman Copy Share
Silence? What can New York-noisy, roaring, rumbling, tumbling, bustling, story, turbulent New York-have to do with silence? Amid the universal clatter, the incessant din… — Walt Whitman Copy Share
