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„Я понял, что достаточно быть с теми, кто мне нравится.“

„Я завещаю себя грязной земле, пусть я вырасту моей любимой травой.
Если снова захочешь увидеть меня, ищи меня у себя под ногами.“

„Будь любопытным, не осуждающим.“

„Если ты хочешь подойти ко мне и заговорить со мной — почему бы тебе не подойти ко мне и не заговорить со мной?“

„Я ничем не лучше самых плохих, но и, слава Богу, ничем не хуже самых хороших.“

„Пойми, что в твоих писаниях не может быть ни единой черты, которой не было бы в тебе самом. Если ты злой или пошлый, это не укроется от них. Если ты любишь, чтобы во время обеда за стулом у тебя стоял лакей, это скажется в твоих писаниях. Если ты брюзга и завистник, или не веришь в загробную жизнь, или низменно смотришь на женщин, -- это скажется даже в твоих умолчаниях, даже в том, чего ты не напишешь. Нет такой уловки, такого приёма, такого рецепта, чтобы скрыть от твоих писаний хоть какой-нибудь изъян твоего сердца.“

„В твоих писаниях, не может быть ни единой черты, которой не было бы в тебе самом. Если ты зол или пошл, это не укроется ни от кого. Если ты любишь, чтоб во время обеда за стулом у тебя стоял лакей, это скажется в твоих писаниях. Если ты брюзга или завистник или низменно смотришь на женщину, это скажется даже в твоих умолчаниях, даже в том, чего ты не напишешь.“

„Я лишь точка, лишь атом в плавучей пустыне миров…“

„Я издаю свой варварский рык по крышам мира.“

„Я такой какой есть, этого достаточно.“

„Есть дни, которые должны с тобой случиться.“

„Характер и личная сила — вот единственные достойные приобретения.“

„Что может удовлетворить душу, кроме возможности быть свободным и не принадлежать никому?“

„Горжусь я сам собой, и, что признаю я, и ты признаешь, ведь каждый атом твой есть атом мой, и ты об этом знаешь.“

„Я и подобные мне убеждаем не метафорами, не стихами, не доводами, мы убеждаем тем, что существуем.“

„Любопытствуй, а не критикуй.“

„Дай мне уединение - дай мне Природу - дай мне еще раз, о Природа, твою первозданную мудрость!“

„Невозможно знанием объять кто есть я или что вообще я имею в виду.“

„Сражения проигрываются в том же духе, в котором они выиграны.“

„Отныне я прошу не удачу. Мне самому повезло.“

„Я должен ждать, я не сомневаюсь, я должен встретиться с вами снова / я должен следить за тем, чтобы я не потерял тебя“

„Утренняя слава у моего окна удовлетворяет меня больше, чем метафизика книг.“

„Я напишу евангельскую поэму о товарищах и любви.“

„Это город, и я один из граждан.“

„Травинка - путешествие звезд.“

“We Americans have yet to really learn our own antecedents, and sort them, to unify them. They will be found ampler than has been supposed, and in widely different sources. Thus far, impress'd by New England writers and schoolmasters, we tacitly abandon ourselves to the notion that our United States has been fashion'd from the British Islands only, and essentially form a second England only — which is a very great mistake.”

“I have just this moment heard from the front — there is nothing yet of a movement, but each side is continually on the alert, expecting something to happen.
O Mother, to think that we are to have here soon what I have seen so many times, the awful loads and trains and boatloads of poor, bloody, and pale and wounded young men again — for that is what we certainly will, and before very long. I see all the little signs, getting ready in the hospitals, etc.; it is dreadful when one thinks about it. I sometimes think over the sights I have myself seen: the arrival of the wounded after a battle, and the scenes on the field, too, and I can hardly believe my own recollections. What an awful thing war is! Mother, it seems not men but a lot of devils and butchers butchering each other.”

“Youth, large, lusty, loving—Youth, full of grace, force, fascination!
Do you know that Old Age may come after you, with equal grace, force, fascination?”

“Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost;
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.”

“I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw what the not-day exhibited;
I was thinking this globe enough, till there sprang out so noiseless around me myriads of other globes.”

“In this broad earth of ours,
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,
Enclosed and safe within its central heart,
Nestles the seed perfection.”

“I find I'm a good deal more of a socialist than I thought I was: maybe not technically, politically, so, but intrinsically, in my meanings.”

“The paths to the house I seek to make,
But leave to those to come the house itself.”

“When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomed,
And the great star early drooped in the western sky in the night,
I mourned, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.”

“I said: "Baseball is the hurrah game of the republic!" He was hilarious: "That's beautiful: the hurrah game! well — it's our game: that's the chief fact in connection with it: America's game: has the snap, go fling, of the American atmosphere — belongs as much to our institutions, fits into them as significantly, as our constitutions, laws: is just as important in the sum total of our historic life."”

“Now obey thy cherished secret wish,
Embrace thy friends—leave all in order;
To port and hawser's tie no more returning,
Depart upon thy endless cruise, old Sailor!”

“I see great things in baseball, It will take our people out-of-doors, fill them with oxygen, give them a larger physical stoicism, tend to relieve us from being a nervous, dyspeptic set, repair those losses and be a blessing to us.”

“Thunder on! Stride on! Democracy. Strike with vengeful stroke!”

“To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.”

“Talk not so much, then, young artist, of the great old masters, who but painted and chisell’d. Study not only their productions. There is a still higher school for him who would kindle his fire with coal from the altar of the loftiest and purest art. It is the school of all grand actions and grand virtues, of heroism, of the death of patriots and martyrs — of all the mighty deeds written in the pages of history — deeds of daring, and enthusiasm, devotion, and fortitude.”

“I loafe and invite my soul.”

“Liberty is to be subserved, whatever occurs.”

“O Banner!
Not houses of peace are you, nor any nor all of their prosperity; if need be you shall have every one of those houses to destroy them;
You thought not to destroy those valuable houses, standing fast, full of comfort, built with money;
May they stand fast then? Not an hour, unless you, above them and all, stand fast.”

“I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.”

“I have no mockings or arguments; I witness and wait.”

“None has begun to think how divine he himself is and how certain the future is.”

“What do you suppose will satisfy the soul except to walk free and own no superior?”

“Over all the sky—the sky! far, far out of reach, studded with the eternal stars.”

“Yes, Mexico must be thoroughly chastised! Let our arms now be carried with a spirit which shall teach the world that, while we are not forward for a quarrel, American knows how to crush, as well as expand!”

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

“I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.”

“I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me,
This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country—I now go back there,
I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn."”

“This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.... The poet shall not spend his time in unneeded work. He shall know that the ground is always ready ploughed and manured.... others may not know it but he shall. He shall go directly to the creation. His trust shall master the trust of everything he touches.... and shall master all attachment.”

“I said: "Baseball is the hurrah game of the republic!"”