For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

Thou Knowst The Oer-eager Vehemence Of Youth,how Quick In Temper, And In Judgement Weak.

For Rarely Are Sons Similar To Their Fathers: Most Are Worse, And A Few Are Better Than Their Fathers.

I've Always Wondered If There Was A God. And Now I Know There Is -- And It's Me.

One Omen Is Best, To Fight In Defense Of One's Country.

My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet Not Ingloriously Or Passively I Die, But First Will Do Some Valiant Deed, Of Which Mankind Shall Hear In After Time.