Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose.

The President eats dirt and excrement for his daily meals, likes it and tries to force it on The States.

I am not contain'd between my hat and boots.

Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.

Why who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know nothing else but miracles, whether they be animals feeding in the fields, Or, birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright, Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring; These, with the rest, one and all, are to me, miracles.

The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.