Walt Whitman

If anything is sacred, the human body is sacred.

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons.  It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees.

And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself. (I am large, I contains multitudes).

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains.

All the past we leave behind; We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O Pioneers!

In the faces of men and women I see God.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.