God Is Not Dead-he Is Merely Unemployed.

Don't Take Life So Serious. It Ain't No-hows Permanent.

There Is No Need To Sally Forth, For It Remains True That Those Things Which Make Us Human Are, Curiously Enough, Always Close At Hand. Resolve, Then, That On This Very Ground, With Small Flags Waving And Tiny Blasts On Tiny Trumpets, We Shall Meet The Enemy, And Not Only May He Be Ours, He May Be Us.

There's No Easy Quick Way Out, We're Gonna Have To Live Through Our Whole Lives, Win, Lose, Or Draw.

If I Could Only Write, I'd Write A Nasty Letter To The Mayor, If He Could Only Read.

Now Is The Time For All Good Men To Come To.