Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodio... - Walt Whitman

"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."

"Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you."

"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.)"

"The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity."

"Re-examine all you have been told. Dismiss what insults your soul."