The More I See Of What You

In The Hill Country, Civilization Steals In Last, And The People Retain Much Of The Crude But Vigorous Mode Of Expression Of The Colonial Days And Earlier.

It Is Not Pleasant To Come Upon Death In A Lonely Place At Midnight.

I Reckon If I Ever Marry, She Will Have To Be A Strong Woman In A Circus Or Something.

For Man's Only Weapon Is Courage That Flinches Not From The Gates Of Hell Itself, And Against Such Not Even The Legions Of Hell Can Stand.

When I Cannot Stand Alone, It Will Be Time To Die.