I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.

When Time is spent, Eternity begins.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days:I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways.I know each day will bring its task,And being blind no more I ask.

If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.

Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

He who curbs his desires will always be rich enough.

Me carrying a briefcase is like a hotdog wearing earrings.

Profound optimism is always on the side of the tortured.

They say that Jazz is back, and I don't think it's gone anywhere. But they say it's back.

Happiness is really rooted in simplicity. The tendency to excessiveness in thought and action diminishes happiness.

I don't write. I usually look for material by other people. Sometimes I change things or adapt things but I don't write from scratch. I wish I had that ability.

Instead of dumping all my money on an independent film that nobody would watch and most people would make fun of behind my back, I decided, 'I'm just going to buy a house.'

What you think means more than anything else in your life. More than what you earn, more than where you live, more than your social position, and more than what anyone else may think about you.

The march of humanity, springing as it does from an infinite multitude of individual wills, is continuous.

[Race] had no substance, like a shadowy shape that terrifies in the dark but vanishes by the light of day.