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
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. – Walt Whitman
There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius. – Walt Whitman
I say that democracy can never prove itself beyond cavil, until it founds and luxuriantly grows its own forms of art, poems, schools, theology, displacing all that exists, or that has been produced anywhere in the past, under opposite influences. – Walt Whitman