For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!

That's beautiful: the hurrah game! well — it's our game: that's the chief fact in connection with it: America's game: has the snap, go fling, of the American atmosphere — belongs as much to our institutions, fits into them as significantly, as our constitutions, laws: is just as important in the sum total of our historic life.

What beauty there is in words; what a lurking curious charm in the sound some words.

I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuffed with the stuff that is course, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine.

What has miserable, inefficient Mexico...to do with the great mission of peopling the New World with a noble race?

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.