If You Are Very Valiant, It Is

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Complain.

I Was Working On A Flat Tax Proposal And Accidentally Proved There Was No God.

[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind, Has Laid His Hand Upon You; Would That It Had Fallen Upon Some Other, And That You Were Still Young.

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?