Walt Whitman Quotes - Page 3

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runway sun, I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love. If you want me again look for me under your boot soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you

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

not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo,
The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough

Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large - I contain multitudes.

God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.

The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness,
I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times,
Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged.

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 disputed passage with you?

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

You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin , or even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.

Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all.

My words itch at your ears till you understand them