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

Quotes by Walt Whitman

We convince by our presence.
If you done it, it ain't bragging.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself.
Oh while I live, to be the ruler of life, not a slave, to meet life as a powerful conqueror, and nothing exterior to me will ever take command of me.
Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, it provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?
Freedom - to walk free and own no superior.
To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero.
Re-examine all that you have been told... dismiss that which insults your soul.
This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.
Press close bare-bosomed night - press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds! night of the large few stars! Still nodding night! mad naked summer night.
Baseball 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.
Produce great men, the rest follows.
Be curious, not judgmental.
A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
I heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes - but is that all?
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious.
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.
The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.