You Know, Mr. Webb, You Have Two

The Most Precious Jewels Are Not Made Of Stone, But Of Flesh.

A Man's Weaknesses May Intrude On His Faith But They Do Not Diminish It.

Sundown. The Distressed Sloop, Its Mainmast Shattered By Lightning, Its Sails Ripped By The Winds Of The Open Sea, Drifted Into The Small, Quiet Beach Of A Private Island In The Lesser Antilles

Perhaps Conscience Did Not Always Produce Cowards. Sometimes It Made A Man Feel Better About Himself.

Well, Let Me Tell You, Gentlemen, The Games Of The Devil Are Not Restricted To Those Confined To Hell. Others Can Play Them.