Wind and the Lion

Raisuli:
This is the Rif. I am Mulay Ahmed Muhamed Raisuli the Magnificent, sherif of the Riffian Berbers. I am the true defender of the faithful and the blood of the prophet runs in me and I am but a servant of his will. You have nothing to say?

Eden:
It is not my intention to encourage braggers.

Raisuli:
Your shell is strong like a turtle's, but brittle.

Eden:
Your tongue is clever and fast. Be careful not to trip over it.

Raisuli:
You are a great deal of trouble.

Eden:
Why would anyone want to cut out a man's tongue?

Raisuli:
Perhaps the previous owner had nothing pleasant to say.

Raisuli:
I am Raisuli. Do not laugh at me again.

Raisuli:
Ignorance is a steep hill with perilous rocks at the bottom.

Raisuli:
It is the wind that passes but the sea remains.

Raisuli:
The lion takes long strides but the path is worn smooth by pygmy armies.

Sherif of Wazan:
Great Raisuli, we have lost everything. All is drifting on the wind as you said. We have lost everything.

Raisuli:
Sherif, is there not one thing in your life that is worth losing everything for?

John Hay:
Theodore! You are dangerous. You might even shoot somebody - accidentally I mean.

Theodore Roosevelt:
John, I'd never shoot anyone accidentally. I need their votes.

John Hay:
Madness!