Walt Whitman

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turned to beautiful results.

Do anything, but let it produce joy.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, every inch of space is a miracle, every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same; every spear of grass-the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that concerns them, all these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose.

The shallow consider liberty a release from all law, from every constraint. The wise man sees in it, on the contrary, the potent Law of Laws.

To die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains.

Give me such shows - give me the streets of Manhattan!

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

The shallow, as intimated, consider liberty a release from all law, from every constraint. The wise see in it, on the contrary, the potent Law of Laws.

I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.

The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.

To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

The beautiful uncut hair of graves.

I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results, And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death, And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact, And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.

You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin , or even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.

From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.

There is no God any more divine than Yourself.