The Past -- the dark unfathomed retrospect! The teeming gulf --the sleepers and the shadows! The past! the infinite greatness of the past! For what is the present after all but a growth out of the past?

There is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth - but all is truth without exception; And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.

I tramp a perpetual journey.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

The whole purpose of the universe is unerringly aimed at one thing - you.

O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.

Youth, large, lusty, loving -- Youth, full of grace, force, fascination. Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?