Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.

Not that the Red Indian will ever possess the broad lands of America. At least I presume not. But his ghost will.

Do come back and draw the ferrets, they are the most lovely noble darlings in the world.

The mind can assert anything and pretend it has proved it. My beliefs I test on my body, on my intuitional consciousness, and when I get a response there, then I accept.

A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board

Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.

The Spirit of Place [does not] exert its full influence upon a newcomer until the old inhabitant is dead or absorbed. So America.... The moment the last nuclei of Red [Indian] life break up in America, then the white men will have to reckon with the full force of the demon of the continent.