“Wild Bill was a strange character. In person he was about six feet and one inch in height. He was a Plains-man in every sense of the word.”

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

My first plan of escape having failed, I now determined upon another.

Washington newspaper men know everything.

I thought I was benefiting the Indians as well as the government, by taking them all over the United States, and giving them a correct idea of the customs, life, etc., of the pale faces, so that when they returned to their people they could make known all they had seen.

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

Indians were frequently off their reservations.

I had many enemies among the Sioux; I would be running considerable risk in meeting them.

My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.

Every Indian outbreak that I have ever known has resulted from broken promises and broken treaties by the government.

My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.

On reaching the place where the Indians had surprised us, we found the bodies of the three men whom they had killed and scalped, and literally cut into pieces.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

The McCarthy boys, at the proper moment, gave orders to fire upon the advancing enemy.

Major North and myself went out in advance of the command several miles and killed a number of buffaloes.

The Indians said the bones were those of a race of people three times the size of a man.

I was persuaded now that I was destined to lead a life on the Plains.

What Paul says about Peter tells us more about Paul than about Peter.

Politics ruins the character.

Be more concerned with your character than your reputation.

People who destroy your character because your character destroys their inner peace.

Ability may get you to the top, but it takes character to keep you there.

The characters are born from repetition.

The true test of a man’s character is what he does when no one is watching.

Your reality is a reflection of your mentality.