One Should Never Spurn A Penitent Criminal:

I Am Like A Mariner Born And Bred On Board A Buccaneer Brig Whose Soul Has Become So Inured To Storm And Strife That If Cast Ashore He Would Weary And Languish No Matter How Alluring The Shady Groves And How Bright The Gentle Sun.

Anyone Who Has Chanced Like Me To Roam Through Desolate Mountains And Studied At Length Their Fantastic Shapes And Drunk The Invigorating Air Of Their Valleys Can Understand Why I Wish To Describe And Depict These Magic Scenes For Others.

I Love Enemies, Though Not In The Christian Way. They Amuse Me, Excite My Blood. Being Always On One’s Guard, Catching Every Glance, The Significance Of Every Word, Guessing At Intentions, Frustrating Their Plots, Pretending To Be Tricked, And Suddenly, With A Shove, Upturning The Whole Enormous And Arduously Built Edifice Of Their Cunning And Schemes—that’s What I Call Life.

I Want To Reconcile Myself With Heaven, I Want To Love, I Want To Pray, I Want To Believe In Good.

An Unusual Beginning Must Have An Unusual End.