The Poet Judges Not As A Judge Judges But As The Sun Falling Around A Helpless Thing.
- Walt Whitman
If Any Thing Is Sacred The Human Body Is Sacred.
The Art Of Art, The Glory Of Expression And The Sunshine Of The Light Of Letters, Is Simplicity.
I Say To Mankind, Be Not Curious About God. For I, Who Am Curious About Each, Am Not Curious About God – I Hear And Behold God In Every Object, Yet Understand God Not In The Least.
I No Doubt Deserved My Enemies, But I Don’t Believe I Deserved My Friends.
Wisdom Is Not Finally Tested In The Schools, Wisdom Cannot Be Pass’d From One Having It To Another Not Having It, Wisdom Is Of The Soul, Is Not Susceptible Of Proof, Is Its Own Proof.
Other Lands Have Their Vitality In A Few, A Class, But We Have It In The Bulk Of Our People.
Henceforth I Ask Not Good Fortune. I Myself Am Good Fortune.
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, But Always Most In The Common People.
I Know Nothing Grander, Better Exercise, Better Digestion, More Positive Proof Of The Past, The Triumphant Result Of Faith In Human Kind, Than A Well-Contested American National Election.
You Must Not Know Too Much Or Be Too Precise Or Scientific About Birds And Trees And Flowers And Watercraft; A Certain Free-Margin, And Even Vagueness – Ignorance, Credulity – Helps Your Enjoyment Of These Things.
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.
Have You Heard That It Was Good To Gain The Day? I Also Say It Is Good To Fall, Battles Are Lost In The Same Spirit In Which They Are Won.
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