What Always Was Must Always Be.

Life Is But A Web Spun Of Ghosts And Dreams And Illusions.

I'll Say One Thing About An Oil Boom; It Will Teach A Kid That Life's A Pretty Rotten Thing As Quick As Anything I Can Think Of.

It Is Not Pleasant To Come Upon Death In A Lonely Place At Midnight.

It Was No Ape, Neither Was It A Man. It Was Some Shambling Horror Spawned In The Mysterious, Nameless Jungles Of The South, Where Strange Life Teemed In The Reeking Rot Without The Dominance Of Man, And Drums Thundered In Temples That Had Never Known The Tread Of A Human Foot.

Men Are But Men, And The Greatest Men Are They Who Soonest Learn The Simpler Things.