Four things greater than all things are, - Women and Horses and Power and War

When you're left wounded on Afganistan's plains and the women come out to cut up what remains, Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains, And go to your God like a soldier

Power without responsibility - the prerogative of the harlot throughout the ages

What avail is honour or a sword against a pen?

I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.

San Francisco is a mad city - inhabited for the most part by perfectly insane people whose women are of remarkable beauty