Walt Whitman, (1819-1892) American poet. Quotes
The Past -- the dark unfathomed retrospect! The teeming gulf -- the sleepers and the shadows! The past! the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars.
To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.
Camerado, I give you my hand; I give you my love more precious than money; I give you myself before preaching or law. Will you give me yourself?
Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with
the haughty breadth of the universe,
old age flowing free with the
delicious near-by freedom of death.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes).
Charity and personal force are the only investments worth anything.
The words of my book are nothing, the drift of it everything.
All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.