Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labor … - Walt Whitman

We carry our fresh air with us, wherever we go. He who has it, has it anywhere — nothing can rob him of it. I find in all characters that live close to nature, capriciousness, variability — they seem to pattern after nature’s higher rules. The children are that way, and dogs, cats — not but that their perceptions, intuitions, are keen enough, but with the capricious, too.

TO FOREIGN LANDS. I heard that you ask’d for something to prove this puzzle the New World, And to define America, her athletic Democracy, Therefore I send you my poems that you behold in them what you wanted.

The spirit receives from the body just as much as it gives to the body, if not more.