Quotes by Leaves Of Grass Are you the new person drawn toward me? Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass persons Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass beautiful war I know I am deathless We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass summer winter O amazement of things-even the least particle! Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass amazement science 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. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass curious god Something there is more immortal even than the stars. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass immortal stars The beautiful uncut hair of graves. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass hair beautiful Strong and content I travel the open road. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass strong travel There will never be any more perfection than there is now. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass perfection 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? Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass speak desire Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass character-education democratic 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. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass born lucky Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass bears math 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. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass peaceful acceptance Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs ! Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass locks doors You will hardly know who I am or what I mean Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass who-i-am mean And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass miracle enough 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. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass waiting doe There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass children firsts Shut not your doors to me proud libraries. Walt Whitman leaves-of-grass library doors «1234»
