The Pashtun Tribes Are Always Engaged In

I Liked Wine, Both Red And White, And Especially Champagne; And On Very Special Occasions I Could Even Drink A Small Glass Of Brandy.

It Is A Fine Game To Play - The Game Of Politics - And It Is Well Worth Waiting For A Good Hand Before Really Plunging.

The World Looks With Some Awe Upon A Man Who Appears Unconcernedly Indifferent To Home, Money, Comfort, Rank, Or Even Power And Fame. The World Feels Not Without A Certain Apprehension, That Here Is Someone Outside Its Jurisdiction; Someone Before Whom Its Allurements May Be Spread In Vain; Some One Strangely Enfranchised, Untamed, Untrammelled By Convention, Moving Independent Of The Ordinary Currents Of Human Action.

A Prisoner Of War Is A Man Who Tries To Kill You And Fails, And Then Asks You Not To Kill Him.

Still, It Is The Primary Right Of Men To Die And Kill For The Land They Live In, And To Punish With Exceptional Severity All Members Of Their Own Race Who Have Warmed Their Hands At The Invaders' Hearth.