Title: Talbot Wilson
Creator: Walt Whitman
Date: Between 1847 and 1854
Whitman Archive ID: loc.00141
Source: Notebook LC #80 | The Thomas Biggs Harned Collection of the Papers of Walt Whitman, 1842–1937, Library of Congress, Washington, D.C. Transcribed from digital images of the original. For a description of the editorial rationale behind our treatment of the notebooks, see our statement of editorial policy.
Editorial note: Early discussions of this notebook dated it in the 1840s, and the date associated with it in the Library of Congress finding aid is 1847. The cover of the notebook features a note calling it the "Earliest and
Most Important Notebook of Walt Whitman." A note on leaf 27 recto includes the date April 19, 1847, and the year 1847 is listed again as part of a payment note on leaf 43 recto. More recently, however, scholars have argued that Whitman repurposed this notebook, and that most of the writing was more likely from 1853 to 1854, just before the publication of Leaves of Grass. Almost certainly Whitman began the notebook by keeping accounts, producing the figures that are still visible on some of the page stubs, and later returned to it to write the poetry and prose drafts. For further discussion of dating and the fascinating history of this notebook into the twentieth century, see Matt Miller, Collage of Myself: Walt Whitman and the Making of Leaves of Grass (Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press, 2010), 2–8. See also Andrew C. Higgins, "Wage Slavery and the Composition of Leaves of Grass: The 'Talbot Wilson' Notebook," Walt Whitman Quarterly Review 20:2 (Fall 2002), 53–77; and Floyd Stovall, "Dating Whitman's Early Notebooks," Studies in Bibliography 24 (1971), 197–204.
Scholars have noted a relationship between this notebook and much of the prose and poetry that appeared in the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass. See, for instance, Edward Grier, Notebooks and Unpublished Prose Manuscripts (New York: New York University Press, 1984), 1:53–82. The notebook was lost when Grier published his transcription (based on microfilm). The notebook features an early (if not the earliest) example of Whitman using his characteristic long poetic lines, as well as the "generic or cosmic or transcendental 'I'" that appears in Leaves of Grass (Grier, 1:55).
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Be simple and clear.—Be not occult.
True noble expanded American character is raised on a far more lasting and universal basis than that of any of the characters of of the "gentlemen" of aristocratic life, or of novels, or in the European or Asiatic forms of society or government.—It is to be illimitably proud, independent, self-possessed and generous and gentle.—It is to accept nothing except what is equally free and eligible to every body else.—It is to be poor, rather than rich—but to prefer
Every American young man should carry himself with the finished and haughty bearing of the greatest ruler and proprietor—for he is the a great ruler and proprietor—th the greatest.
Great latitude must be allowed to others
Bring Play your muscle, and it will be lithe as willow and [gutta?]
Where is the being of whom I am the inferior?—It is the of ^the sly or shallow to divide men like the metals, into those more precious and others less precious, instrinsically
I never yet knew what it was to feel how it felt to ^think I stanood in the presence of my superior.—I could now abase myself if God If the presence of Jah were God were made visible immediately before ^me, I could not abase myself.—How do I know but I shall myself
I will not have be the cart, nor the load on the cart, nor the horses that draw the cart; but I will be the little pair of little hands that guide the cart.—
Ask Mr. Dwight about the highest numeral term known
Different objects which decay, and by the chemistry of nature, their bodies are into spears of grass—
American under takes receives with calmness the spirit of the past
Bring all the art and science of the world, and baffle and humble it with one spear of grass
Liberty is not the end fruition but the dawn of the morning of a nation.—The night has passed and the day appears when people walk abroad—to do evil or to do good
The soul or spirit transmutes itself into all matter—into rocks, and cand live the life of a rock—into the sea, and can feel itself the sea—into the oak, or other tree—into an animal, and feel itself a horse, a fish, or a bird—into the earth—into the motions of the suns and stars—
A man only is interested in any thing when he identifies himself with it—he must himself be whirling and speeding through space like the planet
—he would be growing fragrantly in the air, like a the locust blossoms—he would rumble and crash like the thunder in the sky—he would spring like a cat on his prey—he would splash like a whale in [the?]
The mean and bandaged soul spirit is perpetually dissatisfied with itself—It is too wicked, or too poor, or too feeble
Never speak of the soul as any thing but intrinsically great.—The adjective affixed to it must always testify greatness and immortaliy and purity.—
The ^effusion or corporation of the soul
is always under the beautiful laws of physiology—I guess the soul itself can never
be any thing but great and pure and immortal; but it
is [illegible] makes
itself visible only through matter—a perfect head, and
[bot?] bowels
^and bones to match
will
is the easy gate through which it comes from its
wonderful
embowered
garden, and pleasantly appears to the sight
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of the world.—A twisted skull, and blood
made
becom
thin
watery
or rotten by ^ancestry or
gluttony, or rum or bad disorders,—they are the darkness toward which the plant
will not grow, although its seed lies
inwaiting
for ages.—
Wickedness is most likely the absence of freedom and health in the soul.—If a man ^babe or woman ^babe of decent progenitors should grow up without restraint or starvation or
Every soul has its own language, The reason why any truth [is?] which I tell is not apparent to you, is mostly because I fail of translating it from my language into
Every soul has its own individual language, often unspoken, or lamely feebly
haltingly spoken; but a
perfect
true
fit for
[illegible]that
a
and man, and perfectly adapted
forto
his use.—The truths I tell ^to you or any other, may not be
apparent
plain
to you,
or that other,
because I do not translate them
well
right
fully
from my idiom into yours.—If I could do so, and do it well, they would
be as apparent to you as they are to me; for they are eternal truths.—No two have exactly the same language,
but
and
the great translator
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and joiner of
all
^the whole
is the poet, because He enters into th has the divine grammar of all tongues, and what says ^indifferently and
alike, How are you friend? to the President in the midst of his cabinet, and
Good day my brother, to Sambo, among the
black slaves
rowed hoes
of the sugar field, and both ^understand him and know that
his his
speech is ^right,
well,
right.
—for
his
hi
The universal and fluid soul impounds within itself not only all the good characters and heros, but the distorted characters, murderers, thieves
and I said to my soul When we become the god enfoldingers of all these ^orbs, and open to the life and delight and knowledge of every thing in them, or of them, shall we be filled and satisfied?
and the answer was
No, when we fetch that height, we shall not be filled and satisfied, but shall look as high beyond.
Dilation
I think the soul will never stop, or attain to any its growth beyond which it shall not go. no further.—^When I have sometimes when I walked at night by the sea shore and looked up to at the stars countless stars, and ^I have asked of my soul whether it would be filled and satisfied when it was ^should become thea god enfolding an all these, and open to the life and delight and knowledge of every thing in them or of them; and the answer was plain[er?] to my ear me
The run of poets and the learned have
When you show me how I inquire see where the east is greater than the west,—how where the ^sound man's part of the ^ new born child is greater than the ^sound woman's part—how or where the a father [than?] is more needful than a mother to produce me—then I know guess I shall see how spirit is greater than matter.—On Here The run of poets and the learned invariably always stub their toes here, and generally fall and sh
You have been told that intellect mind is greater than matter
[run?] always strike here, and [it?] here shoots the ballast of many a grand head.—My life is a miracle and my body which lives is a miracle; but of what I can nibble at the edges of the limitless and delicious wonder I know that I cannot separate the them, and call one superior and the other inferior, any more than I can say my sight is greater than my eyes.—
I cannot understand the mystery, but I ^am always think ^conscious of myself as two—as my soul and I; and I gu reckon it is the same with all oth men and women.—
I know that my body will decay
whose sides are crowded with the rich cities of all living philosophy, and oval gates [hop?] that let pass you in to immortal gardens landscapes of hill sides and fields of clover and sass and landscapes of clumped with sassafras, and orchards of good apples, and if you every breath ^through your mouth shall be of a new perfumed, immortal and elastic air, which is love.—
But I will take every each man on or and woman ^man and woman of you to the window and open the shutters and the sash, and my left arm shall hook [him?] you round the waist, and my right shall point shall point you to the road endless and beginningless road along
I will not be a great philosopher, and found any school, and [bring?] build it on with iron pillars, and gather the young me around me, and make them my disciples, and found a that a new ^superior churches orand politics. ^shall come.—
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—But I will show every man, unhook the sh open the shutters and the window sash, and you shall stand at my side, and I will show hook my lefting arm around your waist till I point you ^to the road ^along which leads to all the learning knowledge and truth and pleasure are the cities of all living philosophy and all pleasure.—Not I or any —not God—can travelIf I am hungry and with my money last dime buy a loaf of get me some meat and bread, and would have appetite enough to eat relish it all.—But ^then like a phantom at my side ^suddenly appears a starved face, either human or brute, uttering not a word,. but with— Am I a Have I th[en?] the passionless squid or clam-shell, not to feel in my heart that now I am it were my
Now do I talk of mine and his?—Is ^Has my heart no more passion than the a squid or clam shell hads?
1847
April 2[0?]19th mason commenc'd work on the basement rooms
paid mason in full
TI know the bread is mine, I have not a [fip?] dime more my bread, and ^that on it must I dine and sup,. for the dime that bought it was my last.—I know th[a?] I may munch, and munch and not grit my teeth against the laws of church or state. What is this then that balances itself upon my lips and wrestles like as with the knuckles of God, for
The world ^ignorant man is demented with the madness of owning things—of having title by warranty deeds and lawful possession court clerks' records, and with perfect the right to mortgage, sell, dispose of give away or raise money on certain possessions.—But the wisest soul knows that nothing ^no not one object in the vast universe can really be owned by one man or woman any more than another.—The measureless fool orthodox who fancies that who proprietor says [t?]This is mine. I earned or received or paid for it,—and ^by [an?] positive right of [my own I?] I will put this a fence around it, and keep the it exclusively to myself—. . . . . . yYet—yet—what ^cold drop is
He cannot share with them his friend or his wife because no man owns these of them he is no owner, except of He except of by their love, and if any one gets that away from him, he had should lets wife and friend the whole wife and friend go, the tail with the hide.
may as well be it is best not to curse, but quietly call the offal cart to his door and let ^physical wife or friend go, the tail with the hide.—
The dismal and measureless fool called a rich man, or a [thriving?]thriver, What folks call a thriving or rich man is more likely some dismal and measureless fool, who leaves the fields leaves untasted untouched the [immortal?] tables spread all the million [every?] part of those countless and [every?] spread tables thick with in the immortal dishes, every one heaped with the meats and drinks of God, and thinks hi fancies himself smart because he tugs and sweats in the slush after among cinders, and parings, and slush
While the
The ignorant think that to the entertainment of life, you are they will be admitted by a ticket or check, and the air of dream of their existence is to get the money that they may buy this env wonderful card.—But the wise soul
the sidewalks of eternity they ^are the freckles of Jupiter
I my my belly is the victor, it that will not cannot then so ^even then be foiled, but follows the crust innocent food down my throat my throat and is like ^ makes it ^turns it to fire and lead within me?—What ^angry [man?] snake that hisses whistles softly hisses at my ear, as saying, deny your greed and this night your soul shall O fool will you stuff your greed and starve your soul?
every bite, I put between them, and ifit but my [earl?] soul that hisses like an angry snake, O fFool! will you stuff your greed and starve me?
And what is ^The being I want to see you develope become
If God himself ^If I walk with Jah in ^Heaven and he assume to be intrinsically greater than I, it offends me, and I will ^shall certainly withdraw myself from Heaven,—for the great soul will prefers freedom in the lonesomest prairie to to or the woo untrodden woods—and there can be no freedom where
Shall we never see a being Why can we not see menbeings who by the majesty manliness and transparence of histheir natures, disarms all criticism and the rest of the entire world, and brings them one and all to his side, as friends and believers?—W Are we never to Can no father and [illegible] beget or mother conceive I would see that ^a man ^child so entire and so elastic tha and so free from all discords, that whatever action he do or whatever syllable he utt speak, it shall be melodious to all men creatures, and none shall
tThe first effusions inspiration of ^real wisdom in [illegible] our souls lets us know that all human beings the selfishness and malignity that appeared self will and wickedness we thought so vast unsightly in our race are [makes?] are but as the freckles ^and bristly beard of Jupiter—[illegible] in to to be removed by washes and razors, from the if under the judgment of genteel squirts, and but ^in the sight of the great master, proportionate and essential and sublime.—in the sight of the master—grand great master
not ^by no means what we were told, but something far different, and better,—These are and an essential part of the universe.—a p which cannot and must not ungrateful to amiss to the keen accomplished d any t es but except to ^the spirits of the feeble and the shaved.—the shorn.—spirits taste. spirits.—
I will not descend among professors and capitalists and good society—I will turn up the ends of my trowsers up around my boots, and my cuffs back from my wrists and go among with the rough drivers and boatmen and men who that catch fish or hoe corn, work in the field, I know that they are sublime
I am the poet of slaves,
and of ^the masters of slaves
I am the poet of the body
And I am
I am the poet of the body
And I am the poet of the soul
The
I go with the slaves ^of the earth
^equally with the
are mine, and
the masters are equally mine.
And I will stand between
the masters and the slaves,
And I
eEntering into both, and
so that both shall understand
me alike.
II
am the poet of
sStrength
and Hope
Swiftly pass I
Where is the house of
any one dying?
Thither I speed and raise
turn the knob of the door,
Let
Let
And
tThe physician and the
priest
stand aside,
^timidly withdraw,
^That I seize on the
despairer
ghastly man
and raise him with
resistless will;
O
ghastly man despairer! you
shall I
say
^tell you,
you
shall not
die
go down,
Here is my
hand
arm,
sink
press your whole
weight upon me,
In my
O Lo! with With
tremendous
will
breath,
I force him to dilate,
I will not
Doubt and fear
With Treading
Baffling doubt and
I will
Doubt shall not
Sleep! for I and they
stand guard
this night,
And when you rise
in the morning you
find that I told the
what I told you is so.
Not doubt not fear not
death itself shall lay
fingers on [illegible] man
him
I
lay finger [on?] you whomsoever I
For I have [illegible] said the word and
And you are mine
And I [illegible] have him all
to myself
Every room of
the
your
house
will
do
I fill with armed men
Lovers of me, [illegible] bafflers of
hell,
Keeping back
And while
[Th?]
I am the poet of reality
The ^ know I say the earth is [illegible]not ^an echo;
Man is not Nor man an apparition;
What we see is real; But that all I see ^[the things seen?] [all?] is real
And
It is tThe witness and
albic dawn of ^things equally real wh[illegible]th
we ^ [illegible] do [illegible]
not ^yet seen
But which is
I know to be equally
real, I know.
I know you too, solid
earth
hills
ground and and rocks,
I have been
I
believe in
have split
the earth
and the hard coal and rocks
and the solid bed of the sea
And
have sent my soul
And went down to
to
take board
reconnoitre
there
a long time,
And
[I?] may [illegible]
bring me
back
its
a
report,
And now I
know
^understand
that
it is what the
it is all
^those are
positive and dense ^every one
And that what
itthey
seems to
the child it is they are
And that
For G God [illegible] does not joke
Nor is any thing
man there any
sham in the universe.
And the world is no joke,
Nor any th part of it a sham,
I am the for sinners and the
unlearned
I am
I am the poet of little
things and of babes
I am I
The Of the each
[ab?]
gnats in the air,
and
the
every of
beetles rolling
^ his balls ^of dung,
I built a nest in the
Afar in the sky here
was a sky nest
And my soul
staid there
flew thither
to [st?] reconnoitre
and squat, and looked
long upon the universe
out,
And saw
millions
^the journeywork of
of
suns and systems of
suns,
And has known since that
And now I know that
each a
leaf of grass
is not less than
they
And that the pismire
is ^equally perfect, and
all
the
every
grains of sand, and
every egg of the wren.
And that
And the
[knotty?]
tree-toad is a chef'
douvre for the highest,
And the running-blackberry
mocks the ornaments of
would adorn the
house
parlors
of Heaven
And the cow crunching with
depressed neck surpasses
all statues
every statue,
And
^a thousand pictures
[illegible]
great and small crowd the
the
[illegible] rail-fence,
with
and [illegible] hang on
its
loose
heaped
stones and some
elder and poke-weed.
Is picture enough
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I am the poet of Equality.
enough to stagger an infidel,
trillions of infidels.
And I cannot put my toe
anywhe to the ground,
But it
shall
must
touch numberless
and curious books
Each one
above
scorning
all that
science of schools and
science of the world
can do fully to
read
translate
them.
Buoyed with tremendous breath
shall you be, and dilated
I [illegible] dilate you with tremendous
breath,[—?]
I buoy you up,
Every room of your house do
I fill with armed men
Lovers of me, bafflers of hell,
Sleep! for I and they staynd
guard
all
this
night
Not doubt, not fear, not
Death shall lay finger
upon you
God and I have ^embraced you, and
henceforth possess you
all to
ourmyselves,
And when you rise in the
morning you shall find it
is so.—
And the odor of the
salt marsh is ^delicious perfume,
enough
And the salt marsh ^and creek have
a delicious odors,
And a potato and ears of
maize make a fat
breakfast, when need
And a handfull of huckleberrys from the woods
distill an a a joyous
deliriums
God and I are [now here?]
Speak?!
what would you
have of us?
I am the Poet
Do
Have
you supposed it beautiful
to be born?
I tell you
^I know
it
it is
more
just as
beautiful to die;
For I take my death with the dying
And my birth with the new-born babes
I am the poet of sin,
For I do not believe in sin
of and darkness
In the silenceAmong murderers and cannibals
and traders in slaves
Stepped my soul spirit with
light feet, and pried among
them
their heads
and
[drew in?]
made
fissures
in their breasts,
to look through
And there like [saw?] folded fœtuses of twins
And not in a single one
there in every brain
of the earth
saw truth and sympathy
lay folded, like ^the fœtus of twins in the womb,
Mute with bent necks, ^Waiting to be born.—
And one was sympathy and one was truth.
I am the poet of women as well
as men.
The woman is not the same less than the man as
But she is not never less the same,
I remember I stood one Sunday
forenoon,
(the Peasemaker)
Strength
Where is one abortive, mangy,
cold?
Starved of his masculine lustiness?
Weakened, Without core Loose in the knees, without core? and [illegible] grit and and grit?
Clutch fast to me, my my
ungrown brother,
And
That
I will infuse you
with ^grit and jets of
new
grit
life
I will am not to be denied—I compel;
to spare—
And ^of whatsoever I have I
share
bestow
fully with
upon
you.
And first I bestow of my love,
is quite indifferent to me
who you
are
are.
It were easy to be rich
owning a dozen banks
But to be rich
It were easy to grant
offices and favors being
President
But to grand largess and
[favor?]
It were easy to be
beautiful with a fine
complexion and regular
featurs
But to beautiful
It were easy to be
shine and attract attention
in grand clothes
But to outshine ?
in sixpenny muslin
One touch of a tug of
me has
made
unhaltered
all
my other senses [run?]
but feeling
That pleases the rest so,
they have given up to it f themselves
in submission
They are all emulous
to swap themselves
off for what it can do, to them,
wants to must be feeling a touch.—
Every oneOr
if that cannot be
else,
they
she
will abdicate
and nibble only at
the edges of
a touch.
feeling.
They bring gifts to the
come
move
caressingly all
over
^up and down
my body
They stand on [my?]
each fingerThey
have left
leave
themselves
and
brought all their
come with bribes
^ their store to whatever
^[their?] to whatever
part of
me touches.—
Sometimes
tTo my lips, and
and to the palms of
my hands, and whatever
my hands hold.
Each brings the best she
has,
For each is now in love
with touch.
Each would be touc
Now I do not wonder
a touch
now why
that ^one feeling now, or does so
much for me, now,
He is
recruited from
free of
all
the rest.—and improves
swiftly begets offspring of
them, better than the
dams.
A touch now shows me
how
^reads me
a library of
knowledge
delight
can be read in an
instant.
It shows me how
It smells for me the
fragrance of
roses
wine and lemon-blows,
It tastes for me ripe
strawberries and
melons.—
It talks for me with
a tongue of its own,
It finds an ear wherever
it
taps or
rests
or taps,
It brings all the rest around it,
and
to
enjoy [them?]
and them
awhile and [then?]
and
they
^[all?]
stand on a headland and
mock me
I am all given up by
traitors,
An I am myself the greatest
traitor.
All
^The sentries
have deserted and the every
other part of [illegible] [home?]
but one,
I roam about drunk, and
stagger
They have left me to touch ^and gone taken to be
their place on a headland
the better to witness
They have left me helpless
to the torrent of touch
They have all come to the
I am given up by traitors,
I talk wildly [I?] am surely out of my head,
I am myself the greatest
traitor.
For I went myself first
to the headland
Unloose me touch I can
stand it no longer you are taking the breath from my throat
Unbar your gates—I
can hold
would keep
you no
longer, for if I do
you are too much for me.—
you will kill me
Pass out of me
Pass as you will
Gods! will
headland to witness and
assist against me.—
Fierce Wrestler! do you keep
your heaviest
strokes
grip
for
the last?
Gods!
Wrestler! wWill you sting
me most even at
parting?
Will you struggle even
at the
grthreshold with
gigantic
delicious
spasms
more delicious than all before?
Will you renew th[illegible]
and
Does it make you ache
so to leave me?
W. Even as you fade
and withdraw
Do you wish to show me
that even what you
did before was nothing
to what you can do?
Or have you and all the
rest combined to see
how much I can
undergo
Pass as you will;
take drops of my
life, only go.
or is if that is
what you are
after
Only pass to some one
else, for I can
contain you no longer.
I held more than I thought
I did not think I was big
enough for so much exstasy
Or that a touch could
take it all out of me.
I am a Curse:
sSharper than wind serpent's
eyes or wind of the
ice-fields!
O topple down like Curse!
topple more heavy than
death!
I am lurid with rage!
I invoke Revenge to assist
me.—
I
A divine fa
Let fate pursue them
I do not know any horror
that is dreadful enough
for them—
What is the worst whip
you have
May the genitals—— that
begat them rot
May the womb that begat
I will not listen
I will not spare
They shall ^not hide themselves
in
grtheir
graves
I will pursue them thither
Out with them [from?]coffins—
Out with them from their
shrouds!
The lappets of God shall
not protect them
This shall be placed in the
library of the laws,
And they shall be placed in
the childs—doctors
—songwriters
The sepulchre Observing the shroud The sepulchre and the white
linen have yielded me
up
Observing the summer grass
In vain ^were
the nails driven through my
hands, and my head my
head mocked with a
prickly
I am here after
I remember
my
crucifixion and my
bloody coronation
The I remember the mockers and the buffeting insults
I am just as alive in
New York and San
Francisco, after two thousand
years.
Again I tread the streets after
two thousand years.
Nothing
Not all the traditions can
put vitality in ch
built churches
They are not alive, they are
cold mortar and brick,
I
can easily
can
build as good, and so can
you.—
The
bBooks are not men—
all the
they but
In other authors of the first class
there have been celebraters
of ? low life and characters
—holding it up as curious
observers—but here is
one who enters in it
with love
I follow (animals and birds.)
Literature is full of perfumes
(criticism on Myself)
the
tow trowsers thee
lodge hut in the woods
the stillhunt
[cut away]
The highway
The road
It seems to say
sternly, Back
Do not leave me
—Loss—is [an?]
O road I am
not [cut away]
These are the thoughts of all
men in all ages and
lands—
They are not original with
me—they are mine
—they are yours just
the same
If these thoughts are not
for all they are
nothing
If they do not enclose
everything they are
nothing
If they are not the
school of all [the?]
physical moral
and mental they are
nothing
Test of a poem
How far it can elevate, enlarge, ^purify deepen, and make happy the ^attributes of the body and soul of a man
shal instead of being ruled by the old complex laws, and the involved machinery of all governments hitherto, shall be ruled mainly by individual character and conviction.—The recognized character of the citizen shall be so pervaded by the best qualities of law and power that law and power shall be superseded from the government and transferred to the citizen
the people of this stateJustice does not depend upon is not varied or tempered in the passage of an laws by legislatures.—The legislatures cannot settle alter it any more than they can settle love or pride.—or the attraction of gravity. The quality of justice is in the soul.—It is immutable . . . . it remains through all times and nations and administrations . . . . it does not depend on majorities and and minorities . . . . Whoever violates it may shall fall pays the penalty just as certainly as he who violates the attraction
The test of justice is tThe consciousness of any individuals is the test of justice.—What is mean or cruel for an individual is so for a nation.
I am not so anxious to give you the truth,
But I am very anxious to see have you understand that ^all truth and power are feeble to you except your own.—You Can I beget a child for you?
This is the common air . . . .
it is for the heroes
and sages . . . . it is for
the workingmen and
farmers . . . . it is for the
wicked just the same
as the righteous.
I will not have a single
person left out . . . . I
will ^have the prostitute and
the thief invited . . . . I
will make no difference
between them and the rest.
Let every thing be as free as possible.—There is always danger in constipation.—There is never danger in no constipation.—Let the schools and hospitals for the sick and idiots and the aged be perfectly free
No matter what stage of excellence and pr grandeur a nation has arrived to, it shall be but the start to further excellence and grandeur.—It shall enlarge the doors.—If it once settle down, placidly, content with what is, or with the past, it begins then to decay
There are many pleasant
Man has not art enough to make the truth [illegible] repulsive—[a?] nor of all the beautiful things of the universe is there any more beautiful than truth
In the earliest times (as we call them—though doubtless the term is wrong.) every thing written allat all was poetry.—To write ^any how was a beautiful wonder.—Therefore history, laws, religion, war, ^were all in the keeping of the poet.—He was literature.—It was nothing but poems. Though a division and subdivision of subjects has for many centuries been made since then, it still prevails very much
vast and tremendous is the scheme! It involves no less than constructing a state nation of nations—a state whose integral state whose grandeur and comprehensiveness of territory and people make the mightiest of the past almost insignificant—and
Could we imagine such a thing—let us suggest that before a manchild or womanchild was born it should be suggested that a human being could be born—imagine the world in its formation—the long rolling heaving cycles—can man appear here?—can the beautiful animal vegetable and animal life appear here?
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