Every Man At The Bottom Of His

You Think That A Wall As Solid As The Earth Separates Civilization From Barbarism. I Tell You The Division Is A Thread, A Sheet Of Glass. A Touch Here, A Push There, And You Bring Back The Reign Of Saturn.

I Am An Ordinary Sort Of Fellow, Not Braver Than Other People, But I Hate To See A Good Man Downed, And That Long Knife Would Not Be The End Of Scudder If I Could Play The Game In His Place.

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.

Without Humility There Can Be No Humanity.

Peace Is That State In Which Fear Of Any Kind Is Unknown.