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
Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely. – 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
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity. – Walt Whitman