Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. |
Dreaming men are haunted men |
Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity |
I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat. |
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways |
Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways |
We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom. |