Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone. - Rudyard Kipling

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

When first under fire an' you're wishful to duck,
Don't look nor take 'eed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you're livin', and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier...

I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. To be your own man is hard business. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.