One Man's Bane Is Another's Bliss.

I'm Not Going Out Of My Way Looking For Devils; But I Wouldn't Step Out Of My Path To Let One Go By.

Any But The Most Brutish Of Men Must Be Touched With A Certain Awe Or Wonder At The Baring Of A Woman's Naked Soul.

What Do I Know Of Cultured Ways, The Gilt, The Craft And The Lie? I, Who Was Born In A Naked Land And Bred In The Open Sky. The Subtle Tongue, The Sophist Guile, They Fail When The Broadswords Sing; Rush In And Die, Dogs—i Was A Man Before I Was A King.

Youngsters Of This Generation Seem Not Quite So Hazardous Except In The Way Of Mechanical Speed, Bad Liquor And Venereal Diseases.

I Have Accomplished Little Enough, But Such As It Is, It Is The Result Of My Own Efforts.