Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

And Then, For An Old Man Like Me, It's Not Exactly Right,this Kind O' Playing Soldier With No Enemy In Sight.

The Only Sure Thing About Luck Is That It Will Change.

Thiar Ain't No Sense In Gittin' Riled!

Don't Be Too Quickto Break Bad Habits: Better Stick,like The Mission Folk, To Your Arsenic.

There Is Peace In The Swamp, Though The Quiet Is Death