Love Prefers Twilight To Daylight.

The Indian Is But A Sketch In Red Crayon Of A Rudimental Manhood. To The Problem Of His Relation To The White Race, There Is One Solution: Extermination.

Fame Usually Comes To Those Who Are Thinking About Something Else - Very Rarely To Those Who Say To Themselves, 'go To, Now, Let Us Be A Celebrated Individual!'.

Stillness Of Person And Steadiness Of Features Are Signal Marks Of Good Breeding.

And If I Should Live To Be The Last Leaf Upon The Tree In The Spring, Let Them Smile, As I Do Now, At The Old Forsaken Bough Where I Cling.

Without Wearing Any Mask We Are Conscious Of, We Have A Special Face For Each Friend.