Jump In A Hole Without Looking, And

Better To Have One Woman On Your Side Than Ten Men.

He Was Swimming In A Sea Of Other People’s Expectations. Men Had Drowned In Seas Like That.

What Can't Be Changed Must Be Endured.

There's No Time For Winking At The Men When You're Busy Bailing The Boat.

Women," Mat Declared As He Rode Pips Down The Dusty, Little-used Road, "are Like Mules." He Frowned. "wait. No. Goats. Women Are Like Goats. Except Every Flaming One Thinks She's A Horse Instead, And A Prize Racing Mare To Boot. Do You Understand Me, Talmanes?" "pure Poetry, Mat," Talmanes Said, Tamping The Tabac Down Into His Pipe.