Prepare Yourselves For The Roaring Voice Of

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.

Terrible Is The Force Of The Waves Of Sea, Terrible Is The Rush Of The River And The Blasts Of Hot Fire, And Terrible Are A Thousand Other Things; But None Is Such A Terrible Evil As Woman.

No One Is Truly Free, They Are A Slave To Wealth, Fortune, The Law, Or Other People Restraining Them From Acting According To Their Will.

There Is One Thing Alone That Stands The Brunt Of Life Throughout Its Course; A Quiet Conscience.

Let No One Think Of Me That I Am Humble Or Weak Or Passive; Let Them Understand I Am Of A Different Kind: Dangerous To My Enemies, Loyal To My Friends. To Such A Life Glory Belongs.