No Man Can Be Convinced

All Fled—all Done, So Lift Me On The Pyre— The Feast Is Over, And The Lamps Expire.

I Don't Believe I Ever Saw An Oklahoman Who Wouldn't Fight At The Drop Of A Hat - And Frequently Drop The Hat Himself.

I Reckon If I Ever Marry, She Will Have To Be A Strong Woman In A Circus Or Something.

But The Idea Of A Man Making His Living By Writing Seemed, In That Hardy Environment, So Fantastic That Even Today I Am Sometimes Myself Assailed By A Feeling Of Unreality.

A Woman In Such An Emotional Tempest Is As Perilous As A Blind Cobra To Any About Her.