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.
Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, it provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.
The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.
Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
Other lands have their vitality in a few, a class, but we have it in the bulk of our people.
To have great poets, there must be great audiences too.
The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.
I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
Produce great men, the rest follows.
Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
The shallow consider liberty a release from all law, from every constraint. The wise man sees in it, on the contrary, the potent Law of Laws.
The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.
I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.
Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
The real war will never get in the books.
I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.
I celebrate myself, and what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.
Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.