As I Pass Through My Incarnations In

And The Talk Slid North, And The Talk Slid South With The Sliding Puffs From The Hookah-mouth; Four Things Greater Than All Things Are Women And Horses And Power And War.

God Gives All Men All Earth To Love, But Since Man's Heart Is Small, Ordains For Each One Spot Shall Prove Belov?d Over All.

No One Thinks Of Winter When The Grass Is Green.

At Twenty The Things For Which One Does Not Care A Damn Should, Properly, Be Many.

We Have Forty Million Reasons For Failure, But Not A Single Excuse.