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

I like the scientific spirit-the holding off, the being sure but not too sure, the willingness to surrender ideas when the evidence is against them: this is ultimately fine-it always keeps the way beyond open.

I sing the body electric.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.

When one reaches out to help another he touches the face of God.

What is commonest and cheapest and nearest and easiest is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my goodwill, Scattering if freely forever.