Walt Whitman

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.

— Walt Whitman

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.

— Walt Whitman

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

— Walt Whitman

Most works are most beautiful without ornament.

— Walt Whitman

Produce great men, the rest follows.

— Walt Whitman

Freedom - to walk free and own no superior.

— Walt Whitman

I do not seek good fortune - I am good fortune!

— Walt Whitman

O America! Because you build for mankind I build for you.

— Walt Whitman

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost;

— Walt Whitman

Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.

— Walt Whitman

Americans should know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.

— Walt Whitman

“I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.”

— Walt Whitman

“I conn'd old times, I sat studying at the feet of the great masters, Now if eligible O that the great masters…

— Walt Whitman

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

— Walt Whitman

For all these new and evolutionary facts, meanings, purposes, new poetic messages, new forms and expressions, are inevitable.

— Walt Whitman

I am too not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

— Walt Whitman

I know I am deathless. No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before. I laugh at what you call dissolution,…

— Walt Whitman

“And these things I see suddenly, what mean they? As if some miracle, some hand divine unseal’d my eyes, Shadowy vast shapes…

— Walt Whitman

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close…

— Walt Whitman

The eager and often inconsiderate appeals of reformers and revolutionists are indispensable to counterbalance the inertia and fossilism marking so large a…

— Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and…

— Walt Whitman

“Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes? It…

— Walt Whitman

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal…

— Walt Whitman

“The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness, I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times, Now…

— Walt Whitman

“You sea! I resign myself to you also- I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I…

— Walt Whitman

“I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man to a dinner-table, library, exchange, But each man and each…

— Walt Whitman

“Beautiful dripping fragments—the negligent list of one after another, as I happen to call them to me, or think of them, The…

— Walt Whitman

There's a man in the world who is never turned down, whatever he chances to stray; he gets the glad hand in…

— Walt Whitman

“Song of myself Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute…

— Walt Whitman

Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the…

— Walt Whitman

“ He is a type of our best — our rarest. Electrical, I was going to say, beyond anyone, perhaps, ever was:…

— Walt Whitman

“Song of myself A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the…

— Walt Whitman

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

— Walt Whitman

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.

— Walt Whitman

Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

— Walt Whitman

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.

— Walt Whitman

I refuse putting from me the best that I am.

— Walt Whitman

I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.

— Walt Whitman

Nothing endures but personal qualities.

— Walt Whitman

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.

— Walt Whitman