I inhale great draught of space...the east and west are mine...and the north and south are mine...I am grandeur than I thought...I did not know i held so much goodness.

Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have, for the Fourth-month showers have, and the mica on the side of a rock has.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

Man is about the same, in the main, whether with despotism, or whether with freedom.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

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

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.