Who hath sorrow? Who hath woe?/ They who do not answer no;/ They whose feet to sin incline/ While they tarry at the wine.

You have put me in here a cub, but I will come out roaring like a lion, and I will make all hell howl!

I felt invincible. My strength was that of a giant. God was certainly standing by me. I smashed five saloons with rocks before I ever took a hatchet.