The real war will never get in the books.
Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
Contributed by: Zaady
In this broad earth of ours, Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, Enclosed and safe within its central heart, Nestles the seed of perfection.
Source: Song of the Universal
NOT I-NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.
The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.
I am the man, I suffered, I was there.
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.
Source: Song of Myself, 1855
Where are your combing seas, your blue water, your rollers, your breakers, your whales, or your waterspouts, and your endless motion, in this bit of a forest, child?
Source: Leaves of Grass
Nothing external to me can have any power over me.
Source: quoted by Og Mandino
O to be self-balanced for contingencies, To confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs as the trees and the animals do.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
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