All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.

Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?

When a sixth of the population of a nation which has undertaken to be the refuge of liberty are slaves, and a whole country [Mexico] is unjustly overrun and conquered by a foreign army, and subjected to military law, I think that it is not too soon for honest men to rebel and revolutionize. What makes this duty the more urgent is the fact that the country so overrun is not our own, but ours is the invading army.

Yet we must try the harder, the less the prospect of success.

Law never made men a whit more just; and, by means of their respect for it, even the well-disposed are daily made the agents of injustice.

I do not know how to distinguish between waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?

My friend is one... who take me for what I am.