Have you ever thought how much is in the negative quality of nature — the negative — the simply loafing, doing nothing, worrying about nothing, livin… - Walt Whitman

The words of my book nothing, the drift of it everything.

Remember my words, I may again return,
I love you, I depart from materials,
I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.

I should like to know, what is life?
Yes indeed — what is life? There’s something in the human critter which only needs to be nudged to reveal itself: something inestimably eloquent, precious: not always observed: it is a folded leaf: not absent because we fail to see it: the right man comes — the right hour; the leaf is lifted. The largest part of our human tragedies are humanly avoidable: they come from greed, from carelessness, from causes not catastrophic, elemental: with more radical good heart most of our woes would disappear.