Quotes About Spirituality

El reloj marca los minutos… pero ¿y la eternidad? ¿Qué marca la eternidad?

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

Beyond thy lectures learn'd professor, Beyond thy telescope or spectroscope observer keen, beyond all mathematics ... The entities of entities, eidólons. Unfix'd yet fix'd, Ever shall be, ever have been and are, Sweeping the present to the infinite future, Eidólons, eidólons, eidólons.

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

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars...

Was somebody asking to see the soul?

Here are the roughs and beards and space and ruggedness and nonchalance that the soul loves. Here the performance disdaining the trivial unapproached

I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity beyond the grave, But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied, He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death

And I will not make a poem nor the least part of a poem but has reference to the soul, Because having look'd at the objects of the universe, I find there is no one nor any particle of one but has reference to the soul.

Creeds and schools in abeyance

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 (Leaves of Grass preface)

The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me.

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease . . . observing a spear of summer grass.

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...

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

Ó lélek, nagynak tartod azt, ha roppant könyvek értelméig elhatolsz, És gondolattal terhesen drámákba és elméletekbe mélyedsz? De átérezni most felém trillázó boldogságod, kismadárka, Mellyel tele az ?r, elhagyatott szobám s a lassú délelÅ'tt, Ó, lélek, ez nem éppoly nagy dolog?

I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me

Én vagyok az, akinek fáj a szerelmes szerelem; Vonz a föld? Nem fájva vonz-e minden anyag minden anyagot? Az én testem is így van mindennel, ami útjába kerül, vagy amit megismer.

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns left,)

Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems

I have said that the soul is not more than the body And the body not more than the soul And nothing, not God is greater to one than one's self is And he who walks a furlong without sympathy Walks to is own funeral drest in shroud

This is what you should do: 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 to others, hate tyrants, Argue not concerning God, Have patience and indulgence toward the people... Reexamine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, Dismiss what insults your very soul, And your flesh shall become a great poem.