I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all.
This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyr...
The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my soul,I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of...
Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
Re-examine all that you have been told, dismiss that which insults your soul.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large -- I contain multitudes.
Produce great men, the rest follows.
TO the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved,Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever...
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
In the faces of men and women I see God and in my own face in the glass I find letters from God dropt in the street and every one is signed by God's name and I leave them where they are for I know...
(I know, it's a poem but oh well).Why! who makes much of a miracle? As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses to...
This is the city, and I am one of the citizens/Whatever interests the rest interests me
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
Peace is always beautiful.
O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,