But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.

Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.

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

I say no body of men are fit to make Presidents, judges and generals, unless they themselves supply the best specimens of the same; and that supplying one or two such specimens illuminates the whole body for a thousand years.

I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man, And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of a man.

The future is no more uncertain than the present.