Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

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

For the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one.

The 'eathen in 'is blindness must end where 'e began. But the backbone of the Army is the non-commissioned man!

A man's mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.

I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chains - I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs. I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar cane; I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs. I will go out until the day, until the morning break - Out to the wind's untainted kiss, the water's clean caress; I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket stake. I will revisit my lost love and playmates masterless!