Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune. Henceforth I whimper no… — Walt Whitman
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune. Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing. Strong and content I travel the open road.
From Leaves of Grass, “Song of the Open Road”
More from Walt Whitman
— Walt WhitmanHappiness, not in another place but this place; not for another hour, but this hour.
— Walt WhitmanDo I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)
— Walt WhitmanThanks in old age — thanks ere I go, for health, the midday sun, the impalpable air.
— Walt WhitmanI am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.