Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.
Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
I meet new Walt Whitmans everyday. There are a dozen of them afloat. I don't know which Walt Whitman I am.
I am an acme of things accomplished, and I an encloser of things to be.
I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower.
Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.