It Takes Few Words To Tell The

When The Last Deer Disappears Into The Morning Mist, When The Last Elk Vanishes From The Hills, When The Last Buffalo Falls On The Plains, I Will Hunt Mice For I Am A Hunter And I Must Have My Freedom.

We Ask Only That The Law Shall Work Alike On All Men.

I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing.

Good Words Do Not Last Long Unless They Amount To Something.

It Takes Few Words To Tell The Truth.