Let each man be judged by his deeds, I have paid my price to live with myself on the terms that I willed.

Literature is a splendid mistress, but a bad wife.

The jungle speaks to me because I know how to listen.

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers & Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!