Having No New Companions, Nothing Remained For

Then One Can't Make A Living Out Of Poetry? Certainly Not. What Fool Expects To? Out Of Rhyming, Yes.

Of Her Own Experience She Had No Memory Of The Thing Happening; But In Her Instinct, Which Was The Experience Of All Mothers Of Wolves, There Lurked A Memory Of Fathers That Had Eaten Their New-born And Helpless Progeny.

Intelligent Men Are Cruel. Stupid Men Are Monstrously Cruel.

More You Drink More You Want

White Fang Knew The Law Well: To Oppress The Weak And Obey The Strong.