There will never be any more perfection than there is now.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

Peace is always beautiful.

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

I meet new Walt Whitmans everyday. There are a dozen of them afloat. I don't know which Walt Whitman I am.

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here I shade and hide my thoughts, I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems