All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

All the past we leave behind; We debouch upon a newer, mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O Pioneers!

The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them

And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.

It is only the novice in political economy who thinks it is the duty of government to make its citizens happy - government has no such office.

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