Death tugs at my ear and says, 'Live. I am coming.

A goose flies by a chart which the Royal Geographical Society could not mend.

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.

Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may kick it about all day like a football, and it will be round and full at evening.

To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.

Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.

People who honestly mean to be true really contradict themselves much more rarely than those who try to be 'consistent'.