A great part of courage is the courage of having done the thing before.

If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.

Revolutions go not backward.

Yet some natures are too good to be spoiled by praise, and wherever the vein of thought reaches down into the profound, there is no danger from vanity. Solemn friends will warn them of the danger of the head's being turned by the flourish of trumpets, but they can afford to smile.

Teach me your mood, O patient stars. Who climb each night, the ancient sky. leaving on space no shade, no scars, no trace of age, no fear to die.

The most Indian thing about the Indian is surely not his moccasins or his calumet, his wampum or his stone hatched, but traits of character and sagacity, skill, or passion.

We are thus assisted by natural objects in the expression of particular meanings. But how great a language to convey such pepper-corn informations!