O lands! O all so dear to me — what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is. – Walt Whitman
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains. – Walt Whitman
Viewed freely, the English language is the accretion and growth of every dialect, race, and range of time, and is both the free and compacted composition of all. – Walt Whitman
Press close bare-bosomed night — press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds! night of the large few stars! Still nodding night! mad naked summer night. – Walt Whitman
Topographically the country is magnificent — and terrifying. Why terrifying? Because nowhere else in the world is the divorce between man and nature so complete. Nowhere have I encountered such a dull, monotonous fabric of life as here in America. Here boredom reaches its peak. – Henry Miller