I have seen him set fire to his wigwam and smooth over the graves of his fathers... clap his hand in silence over his mouth, and take the last look over his fair hunting ground, and turn his face in sadness to the setting sun.
One of the secrets of a long and fruitful life is to forgive everybody everything everynight before you go to bed.
I threw a lot of balls and walked a lot of batters. Not something I'm proud of, but something I learned from.