And the end of the fight is a tombstone white, with the name of the late deceased, And the epitaph drear: 'A fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.'

If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine.

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, …

'Go back to Earth with a lip unsealed - go back with an open eye, 'And carry my word to the Sons of Men or ever ye come to die: 'That the sin they do by two an…

We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.

I venture to claim two qualifications for the great office which I hold, which to my mind, without making invidious distinctions, is one of the most important …

'Open your eyes, Clevinger. It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead.'