These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me. -- Walt Whitman

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I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms. -- Walt Whitman

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I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. --

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This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, and the stars. -- Walt Whitman

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And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles. -- Walt Whitman

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And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is love. -- Walt Whitman

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I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing. -- Walt Whitman

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If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. -- Walt Whitman

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Do you take it I would astonish? Does the daylight astonish? does the early red start twittering through the woods? Do I astonish more than they? -- Walt Whitman

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Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won. -- Walt Whitman

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