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| Cabeza de Vaca | I questioned the Christians and said that if they were in agreement I would ask those Indians to take us to their houses; and some of them… answered that there could be no question of it, for if they took us to their houses they would sacrifice us to their idols. |
| Nathaniel Hawthorne | The precious Water of Youth flowed in a bright stream across the floor, moistening the wings of a butterfly, which, grown old in the decline of summer, had alighted there to die. The insect fluttered lightly through the chamber, and settled on the snowy head of Dr. Heidegger. |
| Henry David Thoreau | If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. |
| Ralph Waldo Emerson | …imitation is suicide…To be great is to be misunderstood. |
| Patrick Henry | I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death! |
| William Bradford | … but Squanto continued with them and was their interpreter and was a special instrument sent of God for their good beyond their expectation. |
| Benjamin Franklin | Imitate Jesus and Socrates. |
| Olaudah Equiano | O, ye nominal Christians! might not an African ask you—learned you this from your God, who says unto you, Do unto all men as you would men should do unto you? |
| Thomas Jefferson | We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights; that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. |
| Edgar Allen Poe | Avoiding [the pendulum’s] strokes they busied themselves with the anointed bandage. They pressed—they swarmed upon me in ever accumulating heaps. They writhed upon my throat; their cold lips sought my own; I was half stifled by their thronging pressure; disgust, for which the world has no name, swelled my bosom, and chilled, with a heavy clamminess, my heart. |
| Washington Irving | “What proof have I that all you have been telling me is true?” said Tom. “There’s my signature,” said the black man, pressing his finger on Tom’s forehead. |
| Thomas Paine | These are the times that try men’s souls. |
| Cherokee | When the world grows old and worn out, the people will die and the cords will break and let the earth sink down into the ocean, and all will be water again. |
