I celebrate myself, and sing myself. - Walt Whitman
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself."
"I celebrate myself, and sing myself."
"I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I loveIf you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.You will hardly know who I am or what I meanBut I shall be good health to you nonethelessAnd filter and fibre your blood."
"Re-examine all you have been told. Dismiss what insults your soul."
"Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)"
"Whatever satisfies the soul is truth."
"Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you."