The dust's for crawling, heaven's for flying, Wherefore, O Soul, whose wings are grown, Soar upward to the sun! — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one. — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
The mind sees the world as a thing apart, And the soul makes the world at one with itself. A mirror scratched… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
The soul of the river had entered my soul, And the gathered power of my soul was moving So swiftly, it seemed… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
How shall the soul of a man be larger than the life he has lived? — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, why fiddle… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
And I never started to plow in my life That some one did not stop in the road And take me away to a… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
Did I follow Truth wherever she led, And stand against the whole world for a cause, And uphold the weak against the strong? If… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
The spiritual kinship between Lincoln and Whitman was founded upon their Americanism, their essential Westernism. Whitman had grown up without much formal education; Lincoln… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
“Henry got me with child, Knowing that I could not bring forth life Without losing my own. In my youth therefore I entered the… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
There is the silence of age, too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it in words intelligible to those who have not… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
The Typical American? He is sent to school Little or much, where he imbibes the rule Of safety first and comfort; in his youth… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
Many books have been written to show that Christianity has emasculated the world, that it shoved aside the enlightenment and wisdom of Hellas for… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
The dust's for crawling, heaven's for flying, Wherefore, O Soul, whose wings are grown, Soar upward to the sun! — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire-It is a… — Edgar Lee Masters Copy Share Image
