A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower.

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

O the joy of my spirit--it is uncaged--it darts like lightning! It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time, I will have thousands of globes and all time.

Thought Of equality- as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself- as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.

I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name.

Silence? What can New York-noisy, roaring, rumbling, tumbling, bustling, story, turbulent New York-have to do with silence? Amid the universal clatter, the incessant din of business, the all swallowing vortex of the great money whirlpool-who has any, even distant, idea of the profound repose......of silence?