“I am large, I contain multitudes.” — Walt Whitman

Happiness, not in another place but this place; not for another hour, but this hour.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)

Thanks in old age — thanks ere I go, for health, the midday sun, the impalpable air.

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

I am large, I contain multitudes. — Walt Whitman