Keep Your Head When All About You

If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same.

Well, If I Am A Man, A Man I Must Become.

There Are Few Things Sweeter In This World Than The Guileless, Hotheaded, Intemperate, Open Admiration Of A Junior. Even A Woman In Her Blindest Devotion Does Not Fall Into The Gait Of The Man She Adores, Tilt Her Bonnet To The Angle At Which He Wears His Hat, Or Interlard Her Speech With His Pet Oaths.

I've Just Read That I Am Dead. Don't Forget To Delete Me From Your List Of Subscribers.

San Francisco Has Only One Drawback—‘tis Hard To Leave.