Maxioms by Walt Whitman
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.
Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful
strokes.
Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful
strokes.
The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where read more
The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
Damn all expurgated books; the dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.
Damn all expurgated books; the dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.
The butcher in his killing clothes.
The butcher in his killing clothes.
