Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. -- Walt Whitman
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud. -- Walt Whitman
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on β have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear β what remains? Nature remains. -- Walt Whitman
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following it may become a hero. -- Walt Whitman