Insanity Is Often The Logic Of An

To Reach A Port We Must Sail, Sometimes With The Wind, And Sometimes Against It. But We Must Not Drift Or Lie At Anchor.

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.

I Hate Paying Taxes. But I Love The Civilization They Give Me

What We Most Want To Ask Of Our Maker Is An Unfolding Of The Divine Purpose In Putting Human Beings Into Conditions In Which Such Numbers Of Them Would Be Sure To Go Wrong.

Build Thee More Stately Mansions, O My Soul, As The Swift Seasons Roll! Leave Thy Low-vaulted Past! Let Each New Temple, Nobler Than The Last, Shut Thee From Heaven With A Dome More Vast, Till Thou At Length Art Free, Leaving Thine Outgrown Shell By Life's Unresting Sea!