One never realizes how much and how little he knows until he starts talking.

Men strive for peace, but it is their enemies that give them strength, and I think if man no longer had enemies, he would have to invent them, for his strength only grows from struggle.

The thieves and killers are goin' to have guns, so if the honest men don't have 'em they just make it easier for the vicious.

We do not at present educate people to think but, rather, to have opinions, and that is something altogether different.

There are good men everywhere. I only wish they had louder voices.

It is an old custom of these people to pick up a stone and toss it on the pile. Perhaps it is a symbolical lightening of the load they carry, perhaps a small offering to the gods of the trails.

Long ago I learned nothing gets done by just wishing it. You have to do it.