All The Things Of The Wild Have

Only People Who're Positive Enough To Have Friends Have Enemies. When You're As Glum And Morose As He Was, People Just Give Up And Go Away.

In The End There Is Nothing To Be Done But To State Clearly What Has Been Done, Without Shame Or Regret, And Say: Here I Am, And This Is What I Am. Now Deal With Me As You See Fit. That Is Your Right. Mine Is To Stand By The Act, And Pay The Price. You Do What You Must Do, And Pay For It. So In The End All Things Are Simple.

Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

A Man Must Be Prepared To Face Life, As Well As Death, There's No Escape From Either.

One Century's Saint Is The Next Century's Heretic ... And One Century's Heretic Is The Next Century's Saint. It Is As Well To Think Long And Calmly Before Affixing Either Name To Any Man.