Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and… - Walt Whitman

Stout as a horse

I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you, None has understood you, but I understand you, None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself, None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you, None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent to subordinate you, I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.

Have you ever thought how much is in the negative quality of nature — the negative — the simply loafing, doing nothing, worrying about nothing, living out of doors and getting fresh air, plenty of sleep — letting everything else take care of itself?

Resist much.