Every library should try to be complete on something, if it were only the history of pinheads.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked. Good mental machinery ought to break its own wheels and levers, if anything is thrust among them suddenly which tends to stop them or reverse their motion. A weak mind does not accumulate force enough to hurt itself; stupidity often saves a man from going mad.

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

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.

It is the province of knowledge to speak, and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.