In The Jungle, Life And Food Depend

Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And Don't Let Them Think You're Afraid.

The White Moth To The Closing Vine, The Bee To The Open Clover, And The Gypsy Blood To The Gypsy Blood Ever The Wide World Over.

Something I Owe To The Soil That Grew-more To The Life That Fed-but Most To Allah Who Gave Me Two Separate Sides Of My Head. I Would Go Without Shirt Or Shoes, Friends, Tobacco, Or Bread Sooner Than For An Instant Lose Either Side Of My Head.

One Learns More From A Good Scholar In A Rage Than From A Score Of Lucid And Laborious Drudges.

Asia Is Not Going To Be Civilized After The Methods Of The West. There Is Too Much Asia And She Is Too Old.