Walt Whitman Quotes

I loafe and invite my soul I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

Out of every fruition of success no matter what comes forth something to make a new effort necessary.

Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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

Peace is always beautiful.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?And why should I not speak to you?

The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.I depart as air, I shake my white locks at th...

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest...

Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,I tread day and night such roads.

The genius of the United States is not best or most in its executives or legislatures, nor in its ambassadors or authors or colleges, or churches, or parlors, nor even in its newspapers or inventors,...

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.

Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

I am large, I contain multitudes

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 refuse putting from me the best that I am.