I War Not With The Dead.

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.

If You Don't Like Your Job, You Don't Strike! You Just Go In Every Day, And Do It Really Half Assed. That's The American Way.

Whenever A Man Is Tired, Wine Is A Great Restorer Of Strength.