Well look at what people are doing for returned veterans now. The wounded warriors. They're working hard to make the wounded veterans feel that they are loved and welcomed home unlike Vietnam. It was not a very kind gentle world then. I think we are kinder and gentler.

They died hard those savage men - like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy and they were lousy and they stunk. And I loved them.

I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above and that all people may be one people.

I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.

I think there's a lot projected on beautiful women period. At least maybe this is just my fear but I do sometimes feel dismissed before I've even been allowed to participate. I have moments of feeling really wounded. But I am pretty optimistic and I do enjoy a lot of my life.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate they are green and vigorous in old age.