Quotes by Walt Whitman
I see great things in baseball. It's our game--the American game. It will take our people out-of-doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism. Tend to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set. Repair these losses, and be a blessing to us.
Either define the moment or the moment will define you.
I exist as I am, that is enough.
I celebrate myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Ebb, ocean of life, (the flow will return,) Cease not your moaning you fierce old mother,...
Answer That you are here---that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Do I contradict myself Very well then I contradict myself,
I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is.
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
In the swamp in secluded recesses, A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song....
The moon gives you light, And the bugles and the drums give you music, And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, My heart gives you love.
And whether I come to my own today or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheefully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait... And as to you, Life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.)
As I ebb'd with the ocean of life, As I wended the shores I know, As I walk'd where the ripples continually wash you Paumanok,
Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.
Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
O past! O happy life! O songs of joy! In the air, in the woods, over fields,...
The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.
I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.
Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
How beggarly appear arguments before a defiant deed!
To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.
The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.
To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
