These are the days that must happen to you.

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

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains.

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

I accept reality and dare not question it.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.