One cannot resist the lure of Africa.

Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.

Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins, when all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins.

Both triumph and disaster are impostors.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave Them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us, and delivered us, bound, to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race... and the hearts of the meanest were humbled.