Some Sorts Of Truth Are Truer Than

But I Am I. And I Won't Subordinate My Taste To The Unanimous Judgment Of Mankind

The Scab Is A Traitor To His God, His Mother, And His Class.

...men, Groping In The Arctic Darkness, Had Found A Yellow Metal, And Because Steamship And Transportation Companies Were Booming The Find, Thousands Of Men Were Rushing Into The Northland. These Men Wanted Dogs, And The Dogs They Wanted Were Heavy Dogs, With Strong Muscles By Which To Toil, And Furry Coats To Protect Them From The Frost.

I'd Rather Sing One Wild Song And Burst My Heart With It, Than Live A Thousand Years Watching My Digestion And Being Afraid Of The Wet.

A Man With A Club Is A Law-maker.