Everybody is writing, writing, writing - worst of all, writing poetry. It'd be better if the whole tribe of the scribblers -… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
If the United States haven't grown poets, on any scale of grandeur, it is certain that they import, print, and read more… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“[The poet] is no arguer . . . he is judgment. He judges not as the judge judges but as the sun… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy,… — 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
