We White People Think That We Know

That Which Is Alive Hath Known Death, And That Which Is Dead Can Never Die, For In The Circle Of The Spirit Life Is Naught And Death Is Naught. Yea, All Things Live Forever, Though At Times They Sleep And Are Forgotten.

Thinking Can Only Serve To Measure Out The Helplessness Of Thought.

Truly The Universe Is Full Of Ghosts, Not Sheeted Churchyard Spectres, But The Inextinguishable Elements Of Individual Life, Which Having Once Been, Can Never Die, Though They Blend And Change, And Change Again For Ever.

The Almighty Gave Us Our Lives, And I Suppose He Meant Us To Defend Them, At Least I Have Always Acted On That, And I Hope It Will Not Be Brought Up Against Me When My Clock Strikes.

Women Love The Last Blow As Well As The Last Word, And When They Fight For Love They Are Pitiless As A Wounded Buffalo.