Walt Whitman

The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case,
He turns his quid of tobacco, read more

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.

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in the open air read more

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless - each of us with his or her right upon the earth; read more

Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless - each of us with his or her right upon the earth; Each of us allowed the eternal purports of the earth; Each of us here as divinely as any is here. -Walt Whitman.

The real war will never get in the books.

The real war will never get in the books.

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.