To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all. - Walt Whitman

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen,
And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sounds contribute towards me.

All, all for immortality,
Love like the light silently wrapping all.

What do you seek, so pensive and silent? What do you need, Camerado? Dear son! do you think it is love? Listen, dear son — listen, America, daughter or son! It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to excess — and yet it satisfies — it is great; But there is something else very great — it makes the whole coincide; It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous hands, sweeps and provides for all.