Quotable
Posted: January 9, 2013
I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it—
Came out with a fortune last fall,—
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it—
Came out with a fortune last fall,—
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it
And somehow the gold isn’t all.
Robert W. Service
When a man does not know what
harbour he is making for, no wind
is the right wind.
Seneca
An armed society is a polite society.
Manners are good when one may
Robert W. Service
When a man does not know what
harbour he is making for, no wind
is the right wind.
Seneca
An armed society is a polite society.
Manners are good when one may
have to back up his acts with his life.
Robert Heinlein
Robert Heinlein