I Have Met A Thousand Scamps; But

The Bread Of Bitterness Is The Food On Which Men Grow To Their Fullest Stature; The Waters Of Bitterness Are The Debatable Ford Through Which They Reach The Shores Of Wisdom; The Ashes Boldly Grasped And Eaten Without Faltering Are The Price That Must Be Paid For The Golden Fruit Of Knowledge.

Fame Has Only The Span Of The Day, They Say. But To Live In The Hearts Of People-that Is Worth Something.

The Song That We Hear With Our Ears Is Only The Song That Is Sung In Our Hearts.

There Is No Knife That Cuts So Sharply And With Such Poisoned Blade As Treachery.

I Do Not Wish To Be A Coward Like The Father Of Mankind And Throw The Blame Upon A Woman.