Who waits until the wind shall silent keep, Will never find the ready hour to sow

Find me the men on earth who care Enough for faith or creed today To seek the barren wilderness For simple liberty to pray

Motherhood is priced of God, at price no man may dare to lessen or misunderstand.

If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful.

If you ever hear that there is a show called 'Helen', shoot me, will you please?

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.