Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.

Whatever comes from the brain carries the hue of the place it came from, and whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace.

Have the courage to act instead of react.

The Indian is but a sketch in red crayon of a rudimental manhood. To the problem of his relation to the white race, there is one solution: extermination.

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.

To be seventy years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be forty years old.