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Walt Whitman
ALL submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis, in the Soul; Not traditions--not the outer authorities are the judges--they are the judges of outer authorities, and of all traditions; They corroborate as they go, only whatever corroborates themselves, and touches themselves; For all that, they have it forever in themselves to corroborate far and near, without one exception.
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