War Is Cruelty, And None Can Make

It Is Not The Broken Heart That Kills, But Broken Pride, Monseigneur.

He Came By A Leap To The Goal Of Purpose, Not By The Toilsome Steps Of Reason. On The Instant His Headlong Spirit Declared His Purpose: This Was The One Being For Him In All The World: At This Altar He Would Light A Lamp Of Devotion, And Keep It Burning Forever.

But Paying Is Part Of The Game Of Life: It Is The Joy Of Buying That We Crave.

That Which Is Loved May Pass, But Love Hath No End.

Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.