Literature Is A Splendid Mistress, But A

A Brave Heart And A Courteous Tongue. They Shall Carry Thee Far Through The Jungle, Manling.

I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found It.

If You Can Dream - And Not Make Dreams Your Master.

Single Men In Barricks Don't Grow Into Plaster Saints.

Something I Owe To The Soil That Grew-more To The Life That Fed-but Most To Allah Who Gave Me Two Separate Sides Of My Head. I Would Go Without Shirt Or Shoes, Friends, Tobacco, Or Bread Sooner Than For An Instant Lose Either Side Of My Head.