See How He Throws His Baited Lines

The Mind Of A Bigot To The Pupil Of The Eye; The More Light You Pour On It, The More It Contracts.

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.

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

You May Have Genius. The Contrary Is, Of Course, Probable.

Where We Love Is Home - Home That Our Feet May Leave, But Not Our Hearts.