“Major North has had for years complete power over these Indians and can do more with them than any man living.”

We had avoided discovery by the Sioux scouts, and we were confident of giving them a complete surprise.

The greatest of all the Sioux in my time, or in any time for that matter, was that wonderful old fighting man, Sitting Bull, whose life will some day be written by a historian who can really give him his due.

General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.

Excitement was plentiful during my two years’ service as a Pony Express rider.

Having secured my Indian actors, I started for Baltimore, where I organized my combination, and which was the largest troupe I had yet had on the road.

My debut upon the world’s stage occurred on February 26th, 1845.

As a good horse is not very apt to jump over a bank, if left to guide himself, I let mine pick his own way.

I found Spotted Tail’s lodge. He invited me to enter.

Frontiersmen good and bad, gunmen as well as inspired prophets of the future, have been my camp companions. Thus, I know the country of which I am about to write as few men now living have known it.

But the love of adventure was in father’s blood.

Don’t ever say you are sorry for “being caught in the moment”. Because, at that moment, that is EXACTLY where you wanted to be.

My restless, roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.

But the West of the old times, with its strong characters, its stern battles and its tremendous stretches of loneliness, can never be blotted from my mind.

The Free State men, myself among them, took it for granted that Missouri was a slave state.

After crossing the Smoky Hill River, I felt comparatively safe as this was the last stream I had to cross.

Stations were built at intervals averaging fifteen miles apart. A rider’s route covered three stations, with an exchange of horses at each, so that he was expected at the beginning to cover close to forty-five miles – a good ride when one must average fifteen miles an hour.

So many holes, but piece by piece we become whole.

I stole so many parts of me just to make you complete.

It is only prudent never to place complete confidence in that by which we have even once been deceived.

I’ve heard it said that to love completely is to lose yourself. How can that be? when loving you is discovering myself over and over again.

Your eyes tell a story and I long to complete it.

When I turn my mind’s eye upon myself, I understand that I am a thing which is incomplete and dependent on another and which aspires without limit to ever greater and better things…

Incomplete phases are still attractive, so do your brave heart.

One of the things that makes him so incredibly beautiful to me is the way he loves so completely.