Life Was A Storm To Wander Through.

If Two New Hampshiremen Aren't A Match For The Devil, We Might As Well Give The Country Back To The Indians.

Few People Have Written Significant Books About San Francisco. Robert Duncan Was, In My Opinion, Often In The Clouds. If He Walked The Streets A Lot He Didn't Write About As Such.

Money Is Sullen And Wisdom Is Sly, But Youth Is The Pollen That Blows Through The Sky And Does Not Ask Why.

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.

Dreaming Men Are Haunted Men.