Zane Grey

Tull spoke with the arrogance of a Mormon whose power could not be brooked and with the passion of a man in whom jealousy had kindled a consuming fire.

The country through which they passed was one tangled, most impenetrable forest; the axe of the pioneer had never sounded in this region, where every rod of the way might harbor some unknown danger.

To hell with your Mormon law!

She made sunshine and happiness everywhere; the old people loved her; the children adored her, and the broad shouldered, heavy footed young settlers were shy and silent, yet blissfully happy in her presence.

For Mormons are slow to kill. That’s the only good I ever seen in their religion.

Betty loved the woods, and she knew all the trees.

It’s dangerous to propose elopement to a Mormon woman.

“Every man to his gifts.”

Hate headed a flaming pathway straight to hell.

It is the association which makes fishing so delightful.

I’m a man of strange beliefs an’ ways of thinkin’, an’ I seem to see into the future an’ feel things hard to explain.

The time slipped swiftly by as only such time can.

It jest takes one of them God-fearin’ Mormons to think of devilish tricks.

But there was no singing of birds, no music of the waters, no beauty in anything after you left her.

Nothing could have replaced the affection which the village people had for her; no power could have made her happy as the pleasure her presence gave.

The charm of her presence influenced him; her love wrung tenderness from him.

I don’t know much about religion as religion, but your God and my God are the same.

The pale face’s words flow swiftly and smoothly like rippling waters, but Myeerah’s heart is full and her lips are dumb.

Dust! They were dust on the floor or at the foot of the shelf, and their habitations and utensils endured.

Nevertheless, no matter how attractive a woman may be men sometimes love and ride away.