“Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.”

“I am sore wounded but not slain
I will lay me down and bleed a while
And then rise up to fight again”

“Knowledge is the plague of life, and consciousness, an open wound in its heart.”

“Look on yon child, it droops the head,
Its knees are bow'd with pain;
It mutters from its wretched bed,
"Oh, let me sleep again!"
Alas! 'tis time, the mother's eyes
Turn mournfully away;
Alas! 'tis time, the child must rise,
And yet it is not day.”

“Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again;
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.”

“Come then, my bird! For the peace thou ever bearest,
Still Heaven's messenger of comfort to me—
Come—this fond bosom, O faithfullest and fairest,
Bleeds with its death-wound, its wound of love for thee!”

“A speech comes alive only if it rises from the heart, not if it floats on the lips.”

“But now, the sounds of infancy, always nearest the heart, and sure to come to the lips in our deepest emotion, returned in His anguish; and in words which He had learned at His mother's knee, His heart uttered its last wail — "Eloi! Eloi! lama sabachthani?"”

“You wound and you will wound again. Because you wound and then you go away. You do not stay with the wound.”

“The great are only great because we are on our knees. Let us rise”