History Has To Be Rewritten Because History

There Is In All Men A Demand For The Superlative, So Much So That The Poor Devil That Has No Other Way Of Reaching It Attains It By Getting Drunk.

There Is Nothing Like The Dead Cold Hand Of The Past To Take Down Our Tumid Egotism And Lead Us Into The Solemn Flow Of The Life Of Our Race.

When A Man Holds His Tongue It Does Not Signify Much. But When A Woman Dispenses With The Office Of The Mighty Member, When She Sheathed Her Natural Weapon At A Trying Moment, It Means That She Trusts To Still More Formidable Enginery; To Tears It May Be, A Solvent More Powerful Than That With Which Hannibal Softened The Alpine Rocks.

Men Are Tattooed With Their Special Beliefs Like So Many South Sea Islanders; But A Real Human Heart With Divine Love In It Beats With The Same Glow Under All The Patterns Of All Earth's Thousand Tribes.

My Right To Swing My Fist Ends Where Your Nose Begins.