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.
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Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent.
Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent.
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.
Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.
Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent
without hope.
There is no school equal to a decent home and no teacher equal to a virtuous parent.
There is no school equal to a decent home and no teacher equal to a virtuous parent.
I cannot promise very much.I give you the images I know.Lie still with me and watch.We laugh and we touch.I read more
I cannot promise very much.I give you the images I know.Lie still with me and watch.We laugh and we touch.I promise you love. Time will not take that away.
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.
Time was made for slaves.
Time was made for slaves.
Time is like a handful of sand- the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers
Time is like a handful of sand- the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers
