Revenge could steal a man's life until there was nothing left by emptiness...A man can lose sight of everything else when he's bent on revenge, and it ain't worth it

How long is a girl a child? She is a child, and then one morning you wake up and she's a woman and a dozen different people of whom you recognize none.

A man you can figure on; a woman you can't. They're likely either to faint or to grab for a gun regardless of consequences.

You've got to admit she's pretty much of a woman, and she as always the lady. But you've got to admit she keeps what she's got so you know it's there.

We had met as equals, rarely a good thing in such matters, for the woman who wishes to be the equal of a man usually turns out to be less than a man and less than a woman. A woman is herself, which is something altogether different than a man.

Ours is too busy a world, and here is no time for considering.

Them Injuns. Takin the country off em. In good times it must've been a fine life they had, huntin and fishin or driftin down the country on the trail of the buffalo. I ain't sure what we'll do to the country will be any better.

We had come a far piece into a strange land, a trail lit by lonely campfires and gunfire and the wishing we did by day and by night. Now we rode back to plant roots to the land and with luck, to leave sons to carry on a more peaceful life, in what we hoped would be a more peaceful world.

I am somebody. I am me. I like being me. And I need nobody to make me somebody.

I would not sit waiting for some value tomorrow, nor for something to happen. One could wait a lifetime. ... I would make something happen.