All The Survivors Of The War Had

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.

Heaven Hears And Pities Hapless Men Like Me, For Sacred Ev'n To Gods Is Misery.

I Won't Lie To You, Fatherhood Isn't Easy Like Motherhood.

Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His Power