“The Indians were well mounted and felt proud and elated because they had been made United States soldiers.”

The first presentation of my show was given in May, 1883, at Omaha, which I had then chosen as my home. From there we made our first summer tour, visiting practically every important city in the country.

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

Wild Bill was anything but a quarrelsome man yet I have personal knowledge of at least half a dozen men whom he had at various times killed.

Some days I would go without any fire at all, and eat raw frozen meat and melt snow in my mouth for water.

Nothing of course was ever done to Bill for the killing of Tutt.

The Indians kept increasing in numbers until it was estimated that we were fighting from 800 to 1,000 of them.

It was my effort, in depicting the West, to depict it as it was.

The first trip of the Pony Express was made in ten days – an average of two hundred miles a day. But we soon began stretching our riders and making better time.

We got more provisions for our whiskey than the same money, which we paid for the liquor, would have bought; so after all it proved a very profitable investment.

With the help of a friend I got father into a wagon, when the crowd had gone. I held his head in my lap during the ride home. I believed he was mortally wounded. He had been stabbed down through the kidneys, leaving an ugly wound.

I felt only as a man can feel who is roaming over the prairies of the far West, well armed, and mounted on a fleet and gallant steed.

The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily.

I began to think that my time had come, as the saying is.

It was because of my great interest in the West, and my belief that its development would be assisted by the interest I could awaken in others, that I decided to bring the West to the East through the medium of the Wild West Show.

Springfield has always had a place in my heart.

I had the best buffalo horse that ever made a track.

Being must be felt. It can’t be thought.

The more you believe in yourself, the happier you feel after.  

I’ve always had a fear of endings, but it comes as relief to me that among all the dying things, I am one too.

Too blessed to be worried , Don’t need the feeling of regret.

Sometimes in the act of moving on you relive pain everyday until there’s nothing left to feel anymore.

Material things ain’t nothing. You feel me? At the end of the day, it’s who you is. You wasn’t born with it; you gon’ die without it.

When you feel good, you don’t have to worry about anything because your actions will be good.

I feel that luck is a product of hard work.