Do Not Fear Death So Much But

You May Proclaim, Good Sirs, Your Fine Philosophy But Till You Feed Us, Right And Wrong Can Wait!

He Who Speaks Of Enemies , Himself Is The Enemy.

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

General, Your Tank Is A Powerful Vehicle It Smashes Down Forests And Crushes A Hundred Men. But It Has One Defect: It Needs A Driver.

Poverty Makes You Sad As Well As Wise.