A Quote by Walt Whitman

I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass. — © Walt Whitman
I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.
Summer ? summer ? summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass!
The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.
Have you ever noticed the perfection of nature? The seasons and how one changes into the next, the falling leaves, composting soil, rains, new seedlings, sunshine, growth, blossoms, etc. Grass grows, deer eats grass, lion eats deer, deer population is stabilized so there is grass for other animals; sunrise and sunset, boy and girl, winter and summer.
Great ideas are fish in a stream. Your pen/pencil is a spear. If you don't spear them, they'll swim on by. Be ready.
The Spear in the Other’s heart is the spear in your own: you are he.
I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean toward the opposite.
Hanajima, my spear! Bring me my spear!
Be tough in the way a blade of grass is: rooted, willing to lean, and at peace with what is around it.
Compromise used to mean that half a loaf was better than no bread. Among modern statesmen it really seems to mean that half a loaf; is better than a whole loaf.
I throw a spear into the darkness. That is intuition. Then I must send an army into the darkness to find the spear. That is intellect.
The cost of a loaf is a simple thing, and so a loaf is often sought, but some things are past valuing: laughter, land, and love are never bought.
Helmet was joined to helmet, and spear to spear, and jewels, baggage, and elephants without number went with them, and you would have said it was a host that none could understand.
"Do not lean on your own understanding." That means don't bring in the crutches and lean on them, those crutches that you have designed and made to handle such situations. Stay away from them. Don't lean on them; lean on God.
I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child, It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.
The halberd is inferior to the spear on the battlefield. With the spear you can take the initiative, the halberd is defensive.
He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.
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