Cat said, 'I am not a friend, and I am not a Servant. I am the Cat who walks by himself, and I wish to come into your Cave.'

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of a remarkable beauty.

Fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run.

Humble because of knowledge; mighty by sacrifice.

Small miseries, like small debts, hit us in so many places, and meet us at so many turns and corners, that what they want in weight, they make up in number, and render it less hazardous to stand the fire of one cannon ball, than a volley composed of such a shower of bullets.

And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.

Politicians. Little Tin Gods on Wheels.