The God Of War Will See Fair

God Help Me, I'm Just Not That Bright.

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.

All My Life I've Been An Obese Man Trapped Inside A Fat Man's Body.

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.