Civilization Is A Network And A Maze

Over The Souls Of Men Spread The Condor Wings Of Colossal Monsters And All Manner Of Evil Things Prey Upon The Heart And Soul And Body Of Man. Yet It May Be In Some Far Day The Shadows Shall Fade And The Prince Of Darkness Be Chained Forever In His Hell. And Till Then Mankind Can But Stand Up Stoutly To The Monsters In His Own Heart And Without, And With The Aid Of God He May Yet Triumph.

I Reckon If I Ever Marry, She Will Have To Be A Strong Woman In A Circus Or Something.

Aye, You White Dog, You Are Like All Your Race; But To A Black Man Gold Can Never Pay For Blood.

I Became A Writer In Spite Of My Environments.

I Have Accomplished Little Enough, But Such As It Is, It Is The Result Of My Own Efforts.