The whole purpose of the universe is unerringly aimed at one thing - you.
Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.
The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
THIS dust was once the Man, / Gentle, plain, just and resolute—under whose cautious hand, / Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age, / Was saved the Union of These States.
I meet new Walt Whitmans everyday. There are a dozen of them afloat. I don't know which Walt Whitman I am.