A man with a club is a law-maker.

Strength is an empty shell.

...in his gambling, he had one besetting weakness -- faith in a system; and this made his damnation certain.

This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone.

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.

Make good the good in you...and you will slowly steal into the Hawaiian heart, which is all of softness, and gentleness, and sweetness.