George Catlin Quotes
I have seen him set fire to his wigwam and smooth over the graves of his fathers... clap his hand in silence over his mouth, and take the last look over his fair hunting ground, and turn his face in sadness to the setting sun.
George Catlin
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I like to balance competing with studying. It's hard work at the moment, but it could be worse.
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If we take science as our sole guide, if we accept and hold fast that alone which is verifiable, the old theology, with all its miraculous machinery, must go.
John Burroughs
More things in politics happen by accident or exhaustion than happen by conspiracy.
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I have seen him set fire to his wigwam and smooth over the graves of his fathers... clap his hand in silence over his mouth, and take the last look over his fair hunting ground, and turn his face in sadness to the setting sun.
George Catlin
