Sagebrush is a very fair fuel, but as a vegetable it is a distinguished failure. Nothing can abide the taste of it but the jackass and his illegitimate child the mule.
To one in sympathy with nature, each season, in its turn, seems the loveliest.
Now I can only pray that there may be a God -- and a heaven -- or something better.
Children have but little charity for one another's defects
Better a broken promise than none at all.
It is yet another Civilized Power, with its banner of the Prince of Peace in one hand and its loot-basket and its butcher-knife in the other. Is there no salvation for us but to adopt Civilization and lift ourselves down to its level?.