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Walt Whitman Quotes about Soul

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

Walt Whitman (2016). “Song of Myself: With a Complete Commentary”, p.172, University of Iowa Press

Whatever satisfies the soul is truth.

Walt Whitman, Floyd Stovall (2007). “Prose Works 1892, Volume II: Collect and Other Prose”, p.748, NYU Press

Dismiss whatever insults your soul.

Walt Whitman (1868). “Poems”, p.39

A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.

Walt Whitman, Walter Magnes Teller, Horace Traubel (1973). “Walt Whitman's Camden conversations”

I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul.

Walt Whitman (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1860-1867”, p.554, NYU Press

And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

Walt Whitman (2004). “Whitman: The Mystic Poets”, p.118, SkyLight Paths Publishing

I loafe and invite my soul.

Walt Whitman, Ezra Greenspan (2005). “Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself": A Sourcebook and Critical Edition”, p.129, Psychology Press

Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

Walt Whitman (2009). “The Americanness of Walt Whitman”, p.3, Wildside Press LLC

Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.

Walt Whitman (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1860-1867”, p.435, NYU Press

Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.

Walt Whitman (2009). “The Americanness of Walt Whitman”, p.21, Wildside Press LLC

We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.35, NYU Press

The soul is always beautiful, it appears more or it appears less, it comes or it lags behind, It comes from its embowered garden and looks pleasantly on itself and encloses the world.

Walt Whitman, Sculley Bradley, Harold W. Blodgett (2008). “Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856”, p.118, NYU Press