I celebrate myself, and what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you

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

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won

I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

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.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
But I shall be good health to you nonetheless
And filter and fibre your blood.