I Was Born Under The Blue Ridge,

My Rule Of Life Prescribed As An Absolutely Sacred Rite Smoking Cigars And Also The Drinking Of Alcohol Before, After And If Need Be During All Meals And In The Intervals Between Them.

No Hour Of Life Is Wasted That Is Spent In The Saddle.

How Dreadful Are The Curses Which Mohammedanism Lays On Its Votaries! Besides The Fanatical Frenzy, Which Is As Dangerous In A Man As Hydrophobia In A Dog, There Is This Fearful Fatalistic Apathy. Improvident Habits, Slovenly Systems Of Agriculture, Sluggish Methods Of Commerce, And Insecurity Of Property Exist Wherever The Followers Of The Prophet Rule Or Live. A Degraded Sensualism Deprives This Life Of Its Grace And Refinement; The Next Of Its Dignity And Sanctity.

Is It Possible To Get Another Key? I Think I've Left Mine In The Room.

No Compromise With The Main Purpose; No Peace Till Victory; No Pact With Unrepentant Wrong.