Quotes on Leaves Of Grass

There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius.

If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred.

Nothing endures but personal qualities.

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

There will never be any more perfection than there is now.

Strong and content I travel the open road.

I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won

There was never any more inception than there is now,_x000D_ Nor any more youth or age than there is now;_x000D_ And will never be any more perfection than there is now,_x000D_ Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.

I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.

Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.

I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !