There Is No Sin So Great As

In The Jungle, Life And Food Depend On Keeping Your Temper.

If History Were Taught In The Form Of Stories, It Would Never Be Forgotten.

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.

Single Men In Barricks Don't Grow Into Plaster Saints.

The Jungle Speaks To Me Because I Know How To Listen.