What A Man Can't Remember Doesn't Exist

The Most Precious Jewels Are Not Made Of Stone, But Of Flesh.

Sundown. The Distressed Sloop, Its Mainmast Shattered By Lightning, Its Sails Ripped By The Winds Of The Open Sea, Drifted Into The Small, Quiet Beach Of A Private Island In The Lesser Antilles

What A Man Can't Remember Doesn't Exist For Him.

Well, Let Me Tell You, Gentlemen, The Games Of The Devil Are Not Restricted To Those Confined To Hell. Others Can Play Them.

Learn Always But Never Appear To Be Learning.