O hearts that break and give no sign Save whitening lip and fading tresses! - Oliver Wendell Holmes

Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked

Then the white man hates him [the Native American], and hunts him down like the wild beasts of the forest, and so the red-crayon sketch is rubbed out, and the canvas is ready for a picture of manhood a little more like God's own image.

You think they are crusaders sent From some infernal clime,
To pluck the eyes of sentiment And dock the tail of Rhyme,
To crack the voice of Melody And break the legs of Time.