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"Through artistry, imagination not only allows one to express their creativity, but also their soul."
"The Soul is the voice of the body's interests."
"Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body."
"Great literature must spring from an upheaval in the author's soul. If that upheaval is not present then it must come from the works of any other author which happens to be handy and easily adapted."
"Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck."
Explore more quotes by Walt Whitman
"Poets to ComePOETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,Arouse! Arousefor you must justify meyou must answer.I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you, and then averts his face,Leaving it to you to prove and define it,Expecting the main things from you."
"I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world."
"I like the scientific spirit-the holding off, the being sure but not too sure, the willingness to surrender ideas when the evidence is against them: this is ultimately fine-it always keeps the way beyond open-always gives life, thought, affection, the whole man, a chance to try over again after a mistake-after a wrong guess."
"Why should I be afraid to trust myself to you? I am not afraid, I have been well brought forward by you..."
"The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it."
"When the full-grown poet came,Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine;But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled, Nay, he is mine alone;- Then the full-grown poet stood between the two, and took each by the hand;And to-day and ever so stands, as blender, uniter, tightly holding hands,Which he will never release until he reconciles the two,And wholly and joyously blends them."
"When I heard the learn'd astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;Till rising and gliding out, I wander'd off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars."
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