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.

I would never use a long word, even, where a short one would answer the purpose.

When I think of talking, it is of course with a woman. For talking at its best being an inspiration, it wants a corresponding divine quality of receptiveness, and where will you find this but in a woman?

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.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

See how he throws his baited lines about,/And plays his men as anglers play their trout.

Cupid "the little greatest enemy."