A gun is not a weapon! It's a tool, like a butcher's knife, or a harpoon, or an alligator.

The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?

For afterwards a man finds pleasure in his pains, when he has suffered long and wandered long. So I will tell you what you ask and seek to know.

Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket

How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.

Thou shalt not take moochers into thy hut?