Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.

In my boyhood, cattle-raising ran almost neck and neck with grain-raising. In my secluded little valley in the Suisun Hills, the rodeo was the most exhilarating spectacle in the round year.

Force cannot transmit a moral principle: moral ideas can be received only through the reason of the heart.

'Custom is the great deadener.' There is no doubt that we of the white race are going on obliviously supporting customs that would seem abhorrent and incredible to a higher and more brotherly civilization.

For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm.