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Born in May 31, 1819 / Died in March 26, 1892 / United States / English

Quotes by Walt Whitman

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
The future is no more uncertain than the present.
Simplicity is the glory of expression.
The real war will never get in the books.
Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.
Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
On a flat road runs the well-trained runner, He is lean and sinewy with muscular legs,...
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons.
Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,...
When I heard the learn
Let that which stood in front go behind, Let that which was behind advance to the front,...
I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. ...
I think I could turn and live with animals, They are so placid and self-contained! I stand and look at them long and long, They do not sweat and whine about their condition, they do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, they do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth."
Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying,...
There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day, Or for many years or streching eyeless years, The early lilacs became part of the child, And grass and white and red morning-glories and white and red clover, and the song of the phoebe-bird...
For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead, I look where he lies white-faced and still in the...
I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.
I think I could always live with animals. The more you're around people, the more you love animals."
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appear'd,...
The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.
I shall use America and democracy as convertible terms