Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest.

The strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung.

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

Do anything, but let it produce joy.

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself.