Walt Whitman Quotes

I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

The real war will never get in the books.

Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.You must travel it by yourself.It is not far. It is within reach.Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is ev...

I have said that the soul is not more than the body,And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's-self is,

Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.

Song of myselfSmile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset--earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon...

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

The art of art the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters is simplicity: nothing is better than simplicity.

I exist as I am, that is enough,If no other in the world be aware I sit content,

A blade of grass is the journeywork of the stars

Have you learned the lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disp...

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.One world is aware, and by the far the largest to me, and that is myself.

It is native personality and that alone that endows a man to stand before presidents or generals or in any distinguished collection with aplomb -and not culture or any intellect whatever.

When I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, he...

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.

Oh captain my captain

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

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.