And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud. – Walt Whitman
O lands! O all so dear to me — what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is. – Walt Whitman

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud. – Walt Whitman
O lands! O all so dear to me — what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is. – Walt Whitman
I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers. – 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