The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves,… — 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
The city sleeps and the country sleeps, the living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, the old husband… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Song of myself A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“A fitly born and bred race, growing up in right conditions of outdoor as much as indoor harmony, activity and development, would… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“I like the scientific spirit—the holding off, the being sure but not too sure, the willingness to surrender ideas when the evidence… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“The greatest poet hardly knows pettiness or triviality. If he breathes into any thing that was before thought small it dilates with… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read?… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“Songs of myself Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Be not dishearten'd -- Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom yet; Those who love each other shall become invincible. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Praised be the fathomless universe, for life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious. — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“O, to be a ruler of life-- not a slave, To meet life as a powerful conqueror, No fumes-- no ennui-- no… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame; I hear secret convulsive… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“The law of the past can't be eluded, The law of the present and future cannot be eluded, The law of 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality. — 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 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 Image
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 Image
