I said there was nothing so convincing to an Indian as a general massacre. If he could not approve of read more

I said there was nothing so convincing to an Indian as a general massacre. If he could not approve of the massacre, I said the next surest thing for an Indian was soap and education. Soap and education are not as sudden as a massacre, but they are more deadly in the long run; because a half-massacred Indian may recover, but if you educate him and wash him, it is bound to finish him some time or other.

Backward, flow backward, O full tide of years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,
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Backward, flow backward, O full tide of years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,
Toil without recompense--tears all in vain,
Take them and give me my childhood again.
I have grown weary of dust and decay,
Weary of sowing for others to reap;
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.

Life is all about timing... the unreachable becomes reachable, the unavailable become available, the unattainable... attainable. Have the patience, wait read more

Life is all about timing... the unreachable becomes reachable, the unavailable become available, the unattainable... attainable. Have the patience, wait it out It's all about timing.

Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am
speaking is already far from me.
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Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am
speaking is already far from me.
[Fr., Le temps fuit, et nous traine avec soi:
Le moment ou je parle est deja loin de moi.]

If you get up one more time than you fall you will make it through.

If you get up one more time than you fall you will make it through.

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday

We must use time creatively.

We must use time creatively.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought read more

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to site thn it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, read more

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. -Horace Mann.