Walt Whitman

1819 - 1892

A Quote by Walt Whitman on travel

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NOT I-NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.

Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

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A Quote by Walt Whitman on america and poetry

The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.

Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

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A Quote by Walt Whitman on suffering

I am the man, I suffered, I was there.

Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

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A Quote by Walt Whitman on animals

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I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

Source: Song of Myself, 1855

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A Quote by Walt Whitman on animals, earth, income, labor, love, poetry, and stupidity

Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labor to others . . . And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

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A Quote by Walt Whitman on nature

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Me imperturbe, standing at ease in nature.

Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

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A Quote by Walt Whitman on accidents, animals, balance, hunger, and ridicule

O to be self-balanced for contingencies, To confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs as the trees and the animals do.

Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

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A Quote by Walt Whitman on books and glory

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

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A Quote by Walt Whitman on women

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A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.

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A Quote by Walt Whitman on cities, good, and songs

A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers handle the pitch-fork; A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.

Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

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