Destiny Is Simply The Relentless Logic Of

The Brave Men Die In War. It Takes Great Luck Or Judgment Not To Be Killed. Once‚ At Least‚ The Head Has To Bow And The Knee Has To Bend To Danger. The Soldiers Who March Back Under The Triumphal Arches Are Death's Deserters.

Sadness Flies On The Wings Of The Morning, And Out Of The Heart Of Darkness Comes The Light.

When You See A Woman Who Can Go Nowhere Without A Staff Of Admirers, It Is Not So Much Because They Think She Is Beautiful, It Is Because She Has Told Them They Are Handsome.

The Man Who Discovers A Woman's Weakness Is Like The Huntsman In The Heat Of The Day Who Finds A Cool Spring. He Wallows In It.

Men Should Only Believe Half Of What Women Say. But Which Half?