"To be servile to none, to defer to none, not to any tyrant known or unknown... No fumes, no ennui, no more complaints or scornful criticisms, ...And nothing exterior shall ever take command of me." —Walt Whitman, "A Song of Joys." Leaves of Grass. h/t Daily Stoic.
Tag: poetry
Wake From Sleep
"If this life assailed by many ills / Is yet more fragile than a bubble in a stream, / How wonderful it is to wake from sleep / And having loosed one's breath, to breath in once again!" —Nararjuna. Suhrlleka.
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