Youth Longs And Manhood Strives, But Age

For The Simplicity On This Side Of Complexity, I Wouldn't Give You A Fig. But For The Simplicity On The Other Side Of Complexity, For That I Would Give You Anything I Have.

But Friendship Is The Breathing Rose, With Sweets In Every Fold.

Death Tugs At My Ear And Says, 'live. I Am Coming.

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.

Memories, Imagination, Old Sentiments, And Associations Are More Readily Reached Through The Sense Of Smell Than Through Any Other Channel.