All truths wait in all things
They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it,
They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon
The insignificant is as big to me as any

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

A minute and a drop of me settle my brain
I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps
And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or woman
And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other,
And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it
becomes omnific,
And until one and all shall delight us, and we them


Walt Whitman