I Bend And Do Not Break.

O Tyrant Love, When Held By You, We May To Prudence Bid Adieu. [fr., Amour! Amour! Quand Tu Nous Tiens On Peut Bien Dire, Adieu, Prudence.]

Such Gluttony Second To None Almost Ended Fatally When A Bone Choked A Wolf As He Gulped What He Ate

Diversity, That Is My Motto.

Every Journalist Owes Tribute To The Evil One.

There Is No Road Of Flowers Leading To Glory.