A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity; but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman.

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.

Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am, Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary, Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest, Looking with side-curved head curious what will come next, Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.

I am large, I contain multitudes

not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred & fifty are dumb yet at Alamo.

In nothing is there more evolution than the American mind.

There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.