It ain’t dying I’m talking about, it’s living. I doubt it matters where you die, but it matters where you live.” ~spoken by Augustus McCrae

A man who wouldn't cheat for a poke don't want one bad enough. --Augustus "Gus" McCrae

Anyway, whacking a surly bartender ain't much of a crime.

I hate rude behavior in a man,' he explained in his quiet, unassuming drawl. 'I won't tolerate it.' He politely tipped his hat, and rode away.

Self-parody is the first portent of age.

Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to charity--they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits. The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.

A bookman’s love of books is a love of books, not merely of the information in them.