The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

There Is No Greater Glory That Can Befall A Man That What He Achieves With The Speed Of His Feet Or The Strength Of His Hands.

Out Of Sight,out Of Mind