For nothing burns with such amazing speed, As the dry sticks of a religious creed.

Love is the master-key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.

Controversy equalizes fools and wise men in the same way - and the fools know it.

Youth fades, love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.

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.

To obtain a man's opinion of you, make him mad.

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?