What Can't Be Changed Must

The Only Way To Live Is To Die. I Must Die. I Deserve Only Death.

The Wheel Of A Man's Life. No Mercy. No Pity.

Women," Mat Declared As He Rode Pips Down The Dusty, Little-used Road, "are Like Mules." He Frowned. "wait. No. Goats. Women Are Like Goats. Except Every Flaming One Thinks She's A Horse Instead, And A Prize Racing Mare To Boot. Do You Understand Me, Talmanes?" "pure Poetry, Mat," Talmanes Said, Tamping The Tabac Down Into His Pipe.

Courage To Strengthen, Fire To Blind, Music To Daze, Iron To Bind.

A Jealous Wife Is Like A Hornets' Nest In Your Mattress