Military Men Are The Scourges Of The

The Past Attracts Me, The Present Frightens Me, Because The Future Is Death.

We Breathe, Sleep, Drink, Eat, Work And Then Die! The End Of Life Is Death. What Do You Long For? Love? A Few Kisses And You Will Be Powerless. Money? What For? To Gratify Your Desires. Glory? What Coems After It All? Death! Death Alone Is Certain.

Whatever You Want To Say, There Is Only One Word To Express It, Only One Verb To Give It Movement, Only One Adjective To Qualify It.

The Bed Comprehends Our Whole Life, For We Were Born In It, We Live In It, And We Shall Die In It

Patriotism Is A Kind Of Religion; It Is The Egg From Which Wars Are Hatched.