Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.

The art finds kingdoms in a foot of ground.

Oh, Georgia booze is mighty fine booze, The best yuh ever poured yuh, But it eats the soles right offen yore shoes, For Hell's broke loose in Georgia.

Life is not lost by dying! Life is lost, Minute by minute, day by dragging day, In all the thousand, small, uncaring ways...

If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.

We thought we were done with these things but we were wrong. We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

I've been reading a lot lately about Indian captives. One woman who had been captured by the Indians and made a squaw was resentful when she was rescued because she'd found that there was a lot more work to do as the wife of a white man.