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Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune.
Category: Attitude Author: Walt Whitman
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I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game. It will take our people out-of-doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism. Tend to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set. Repair these losses, and be a blessing to us.
Category: Baseball Author: Walt Whitman
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A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
Category: Beauty Author: Walt Whitman
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The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.
Category: Censorship Author: Walt Whitman
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The eager and often inconsiderate appeals of reformers and revolutionists are indispensable to counterbalance the inertia and fossilism marking so large a part of human institutions.
Category: Conformity Author: Walt Whitman
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Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
Category: Flowers Author: Walt Whitman
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Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
Category: Gardens Author: Walt Whitman
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I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.
Category: God Author: Walt Whitman
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Love the earth and sun and animals,
Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks,
Stand up for the stupid and crazy,
Devote your income and labor to others...
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Category: Helping and Making a Difference Author: Walt Whitman
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As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.
Category: History Author: Walt Whitman Source: Leaves of Grass
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I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd. I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition.... Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things, not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago, not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
Category: Humankind Author: Walt Whitman
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Of equality - As if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself - As if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.
Category: Human Rights Author: Walt Whitman
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...the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Category: Life Author: Walt Whitman
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Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself.
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Category: Miscellaneous Author: Walt Whitman
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The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual - namely to You.
Category: Miscellaneous Author: Walt Whitman
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I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
Category: Nature Author: Walt Whitman
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You must not know too much, or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and water-craft; a certain free margin, and even vagueness - perhaps ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things...
Category: Nature Author: Walt Whitman
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Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
Category: People Author: Walt Whitman
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To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Category: Poetry Author: Walt Whitman
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Why are there trees I never walk under
But large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
Category: Trees Author: Walt Whitman
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