The art of art... is simplicity.

I heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes - but is that all?

Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.

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.

There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.

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

I will not descend among professors and capitalists.