The Rule Of The Many Is Not

Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou Hast Left Behind.

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.

I'm A People Person...who Drinks.

I War Not With The Dead.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.