Most Of The Time I'm Not Really

Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.

Life Was A Storm To Wander Through.

God Pity Us Indeed, For We Are Human, And Do Not Always See, The Vision When It Comes, The Shining Change, Or, If We See It, Do Not Follow It, Because It Is Too Hard, Too Strange, Too New, Too Unbelievable, Too Difficult, Warring Too Much With Common, Easy Ways, And Now I Know This, Standing In This Light, Who Have Been Half Alive These Many Years, Brooding On My Own Sorrow, My Own Pain, Saying "i Am A Barren Bough. Expect, Nor Fruit Nor Blossom From A Barren Bough."

Sometimes A Sign Or A Quote Is Simply Interesting By Itself And Does Not Require Anything Beyond Being Framed On A Page.

I Have Fallen In Love With American Names, The Sharp, Gaunt Names That Never Get Fat.