Put Not Your Trust In Money, But

What Refuge Is There For The Victim Who Is Oppressed With The Feeling That There Are A Thousand New Books He Ought To Read, While Life Is Only Long Enough For Him To Attempt To Read A Hundred?

Life As We Call It, Is Nothing But The Edge Of The Boundless Ocean Of Existence When It Comes Upon Soundings.

I Would Never Use A Long Word, Even, Where A Short One Would Answer The Purpose.

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.

The Very Aim And End Of Our Institutions Is Just This: That We May Think What We Like And Say What We Think.