To be free is often to be lonely.

Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss

If time were the wicked sheriff in a horse opera, I'd pay for riding lessons and take his gun away.

In a land which is fully settled, most men must accept their local environment or try to change it by political means; only the exceptionally gifted or adventurous can leave to seek his fortune elsewhere. In America, on the other hand, to move on and make a fresh start somewhere else is still the normal reaction to dissatisfaction and failure.

Those to whom evil is doneDo evil in return.

Learn from your dreams what you lack.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find our mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love.