I went to a literary gathering once.... The place was filled with people who looked as if they had been scraped up out of drains. ...The ladies ran to draped plush dresses--for Art; to wreaths of silken flowerets in the hair--for Femininity; and, somewhere between the two adornments, to chain-drive pince-nez--for Astigmatism. The gentlemen were small and somewhat in need of dusting.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If you tie a horse to a stake, do you expect he will grow fat? If you pen an Indian up on a small spot of earth, and compel him to... stay there, he will not be contented, nor will he grow and prosper. I have asked some of the great white chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They can not tell me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Hear me," he said to the white commander. "I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. Our chiefs are dead; the little children are fre...ezing. My people have no blankets, no food. From where the sun stands, I will fight no more forever."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »