“life doesn't stand still, and sometimes it doesn't pay to look back, long ago isn't worth a wink!”

“there's no cure for love, when it hits you make up your mind, to live with it!”

“Forty years ago my mother died," he said. "She captured by Comanches, nine years old. Love Indian and wild life so well, no want to go back to white folks. All same people anyway, God say. I love my mother.”

“One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!”

“When you think of somebody all the time it means one of two things - either you hate their guts or you like them a lot.”

“Worst of all was the blizzard. People from the east or west coasts of America may think they have seen a blizzard. Likely they have not. It is almost exclusively a phenomenon of the plains, and got its name on the plains. It entailed wind-driven snow so dense and temperatures so cold that anyone lost in them on the shelterless plains was as good as dead.”

“Let her go to Italy!" he cried. "Let her meddle with what she doesn't understand! ”