You Know Those Balls That They Put

And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech, And Far Extends From Side To Side The Field Of Words.

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

Canada? Why Would I Want To Leave America Just To Visit America, Jr.?

It Is Not Possible To Fight Beyond Your Strength, Even If You Strive.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.