Quotes from Walt Whitman

But a cluster containing night's darkness and blood-dripping wounds, And psalms of the dead.

Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

Speech is the twin of my vision . . . . it is unequal to measure itself.

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, / No birth, identity, form - no object of the world. / Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;... / The body, sluggish, aged, cold - the embers left from earlier fires, / The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again

From imperfection's murkiest cloud, Darts always forth one ray of perfect light, One flash of Heaven's glory. -from Song of the Universal

I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.

Of the human form especially, it is so great it must never be made ridiculous . . . Exaggerations will be revenged in human physiology.

All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me.

Clear and sweet is my soul . . . . and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack

while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.

There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

he can make every word he speaks draw blood