Walt Whitman Quotes

The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him - it cannot fail

I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.

Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !

The Americans, like the English, probably make love worse than any other race.

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.

Everybody is writing, writing, writing - worst of all, writing poetry. It'd be better if the whole tribe of the scribblers - every damned one of us - were sent off somewhere with tool chests to do some honest work.

My call is the call of battle- I nourish active rebellion;/ He going with me must go well armed.

I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country - I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn."

I inhale great draught of space...the east and west are mine...and the north and south are mine...I am grandeur than I thought...I did not know i held so much goodness.

Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, / The young are beautiful--but the old are more beautiful than the young.

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.

There is no God any more divine than Yourself.

not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

Why who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know nothing else but miracles, whether they be animals feeding in the fields, Or, birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring; These, with the rest, one and all, are to me, miracles.