A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat.

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

From labor there shall come forth rest.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.

He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder.

All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord.