Jock, When Ye Hae Naething Else To

War Is The Only Game In Which Both Sides Lose.

Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.

For A Laggard In Love, And A Dastard In War, Was To Wed The Fair Ellen Of Lochinvar.

Blud's Thicker Than Water.

The Lover's Pleasure, Like That Of The Hunter, Is In The Chase, And The Brightest Beauty Loses Half Its Merit, As The Flower Its Perfume, When The Willing Hand Can Reach It Too Easily. There Must Be Doubt; There Must Be Difficulty And Danger.