Who Longest Wait Of All Surely Wins.

Great Loves, To The Last, Have Pulses Red; All Great Loves That Have Ever Died Dropped Dead.

If I Could Write A Story That Would Do For The Indian One-hundredth Part What 'uncle Tom's Cabin' Did For The Negro, I Would Be Thankful The Rest Of My Life.

I Shall Be Found With 'indians' Engraved On My Brain When I Am Dead. A Fire Has Been Kindled Within Me, Which Will Never Go Out.

Motherhood Is Priced Of God, At Price No Man May Dare To Lessen Or Misunderstand.

Bee To The Blossom, Moth To The Flame; Each To His Passion; What's In A Name?