The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

This Is A Brief Life, But In Its Brevity It Offers Us Some Splendid Moments, Some Meaningful Adventures.

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race... And The Hearts Of The Meanest Were Humbled.

Enough Work To Do, And Strength Enough To Do The Work.

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race, I Make My Proper Prostrations To The Gods Of The Market-place. Peering Through Reverent Fingers I Watch Them Flourish And Fall, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings, I Notice, Outlast Them All.

Youth Had Been A Habit Of Hers For So Long That She Could Not Part With It.