Zebulon Pike

May Heaven be propitious, and smile on the cause of my country.

Smoke the pipe of peace, bury the tomahawk, and become one nation.

If success attends my steps, honor and glory await my name-if defeat, still shall it be said we died like brave men, and conferred honor, even in death, on the American Name.

All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth.

Why do men fight who were born to be brothers?