A Man Can Never Have Too Much

If A Man Brings A Good Mind To What He Reads He May Become, As It Were, The Spiritual Descendant To Some Extent Of Great Men, And This Link, This Spiritual Hereditary Tie, May Help To Just Kick The Beam In The Right Direction At A Vital Crisis; Or May Keep Him From Drifting Through The Long Slack Times When, So To Speak, We Are Only Fielding And No Balls Are Coming Our Way.

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!

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."

We Are The Opening Verse Of The Opening Page Of The Chapter Of Endless Possibilities.

Being Kissed By A Man Who Didn't Wax His Moustache Was-like Eating An Egg Without Salt.