Jealously Was An Unjust And Stifling Thing.

There Was Never An Angler Who Lived But That There Was A Fish Capable Of Taking The Conceit Out Of Him.

I Arise Full Of Eagerness And Energy, Knowing Well What Achievement Lies Ahead Of Me.

The Indian Story Has Never Been Written. Maybe I Am The Man To Do It.

What Makes Life Worth Living? Better Surely, To Yield To The Stain Of Suicide Blood In Me And Seek Forgetfulness In The Embrace Of Cold Dark Death.

Never Insult Seven Men When All Your Packing Is A Six-shooter.