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He Was . . . A Strange Blending Of Puritan And Cavalier, With A Touch Of The Ancient Philosopher, And More Than A Touch Of The Pagan. . . . A Hunger In His Soul Drove Him On And On, An Urge To Right All Wrongs, Protect All Weaker Things. . . . Wayward And Restless As The Wind, He Was Consistent In Only One Respect—he Was True To His Ideals Of Justice And Right. Such Was Solomon Kane.

I Have Known Many Gods. He Who Denies Them Is Blind As He Who Trusts Them Too Deeply.

Rome Got Some Peachy Pastings When She Tried To Lick The Irish.

Any But The Most Brutish Of Men Must Be Touched With A Certain Awe Or Wonder At The Baring Of A Woman's Naked Soul.

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