Walter “Walt” Whitman was an American poet, essayist and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works.
Born: May 31, 1819, West Hills, New York, United States
Died: March 26, 1892, Camden, New Jersey, United States
Full name: Walter Whitman
Nationality: American
Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.
When I give, I give myself.
Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.
Happiness, not in another place but this place…not for another hour, but this hour.
I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.
Do anything, but let it produce joy.
Peace is always beautiful.
Re-examine all you have been told…Dismiss what insults your Soul.
In the faces of men and women, I see God.
Be curious, not judgmental.
I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
There is no God any more divine than Yourself.
Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
We were together. I forget the rest.
