It Is Wrong To Sorrow Without Ceasing.

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.

Rather I'd Choose Laboriously To Bear A Weight Of Woes, And Breathe The Vital Air, A Slave To Some Poor Hind That Toils For Bread, Than Reign The Sceptred Monarch Of The Dead.

Death Submits To No One.

Guns Aren't Toys! They're For Family Protection, Hunting Dangerous Or Delicious Animals, And Keeping The King Of England Out Of Your Face!

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.