The Charm Of Fishing Is That It

An Atheist Is A Man Who Has No Invisible Means Of Support.

The Robe Of Flesh Wears Thin, And With The Years God Shines Through All Things.

The Vows We Take In The Holy Place Bind Us Till We Are Purged Of Them At Inanda's Kraal. Till Then No Blood Must Be Shed And No Flesh Eaten. It Was The Fashion Of Our Forefathers.

Fortunately For Mankind The Brain In A Life Of Action Turns More To The Matter In Hand Than To Conjuring Up The Chances Of The Future.

Wise Men Never Grow Up; Indeed, They Grow Younger, For They Lose The Appalling Worldly Wisdom Of Youth.