It is a beautiful truth that all men contain something of the artist in them. And perhaps it is the case that the greatest artists live and die, the world and themselves alike ignorant what they possess.
Walt WhitmanThe past, the future, majesty, love - if they are vacant of you, you are vacant of them.
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 WhitmanMy ties and ballasts leave me - I travel - I sail - My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents - I am afoot with my vision.
Walt Whitman