The Printed Page Was Like Wine To

A Woman In Such An Emotional Tempest Is As Perilous As A Blind Cobra To Any About Her.

Don't You Think That As A People, Americans Have Less Poetry, Real Poetry, In Their Souls Than Any Other Nations?

In This World Men Struggle And Suffer Vainly, Finding Pleasure Only In The Bright Madness Of Battle; Dying, Their Souls Enter A Gray Misty Realm Of Clouds And Icy Winds, To Wander Cheerlessly Throughout Eternity.

Know, Oh Prince, That Between The Years When The Oceans Drank Atlantis And The Gleaming Cities, And The Years Of The Rise Of The Sons Of Aryas, There Was An Age Undreamed Of, When Shining Kingdoms Lay Spread Across The World Like Blue Mantles Beneath The Stars.

I Don't Believe I Ever Saw An Oklahoman Who Wouldn't Fight At The Drop Of A Hat - And Frequently Drop The Hat Himself.