As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is

If It Doesn't Have Siamese Twins In A Jar, It Is Not A Fair.

The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.

All Strangers And Beggars Are From Zeus, And A Gift, Though Small, Is Precious.

I Believe Children Are The Future...which Is Why They Must Be Stopped Now!

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.