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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.
To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.
What has miserable, inefficient Mexico...to do with the great mission of peopling the New World with a noble race?
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, if I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
To behold the day-break! The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.
Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose.
Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her that it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.
Have you not learned the most in your life from those with whom you disagreed - those who saw it differently from you?
Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.
The most affluent man is he that confronts all the shows he sees by equivalents out of the stronger wealth of himself.
O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking bird's throat, the musical shuttle, . . . . A reminiscence sing.
Long and long has the grass been growing, Long and long has the rain been falling, Long has the globe been rolling round.
In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.
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.
You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side...The Bending forward and backward of the rowers...
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.
Camden was originally an accident, but I shall never be sorry I was left over in Camden. It has brought me blessed returns.
A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity; but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman.
Be not dishearten'd -- Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom yet; Those who love each other shall become invincible.
For all these new and evolutionary facts, meanings, purposes, new poetic messages, new forms and expressions, are inevitable.
Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death, it is form, union, plan, it is eternal life, it is happiness.
Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, / The young are beautiful--but the old are more beautiful than the young.
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?
I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.
What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?
God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.
storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.
O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?
O to be self-balanced for contingencies, to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.
The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.
I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case, He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blur with the manuscript.
O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.
Of all mankind the great poet is the equable man. Not in him but off from him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their sanity.
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.
The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.
The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.
There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.
I know I am deathless We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.