O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.
Walt WhitmanYou road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe much unseen is also here
Walt WhitmanThere was a child went forth everyday, And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or dread, that object he became, And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day... or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
Walt WhitmanOnly themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.
Walt Whitman