A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing

The Stars Never Lie, But The Astrologers Lie About The Stars.

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

We All Scribble Poetry.

I Want Answers Now Or I Want Them Eventually!

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!