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."

There is no harm in a man's cub.

If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim.

Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women will stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.

I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.

God gives all men all earth to love, but since man's heart is small, ordains for each one spot shall prove belov?d over all.

A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.