I've never been lost, but I've been a mite bewildered for a few days.
It isn't how you die. It's what you live for.
I've opened the way for others to make fortunes, but a fortune for myself was not what I was after.
In such a diversity it was impossible I should be disposed to melancholy.
Nature was here a series of wonders, and a fund of delight.
In the decline of the day, near Kentucky river, as we ascended the brow of a small hill, a number of Indians rushed out of a thick cane-brake upon us, and made us prisoners.