Youngsters Of This Generation Seem Not Quite

I Became A Writer In Spite Of My Environments.

It Is Better To Go In The Dark When The Road Must Pass A Lion And There Is No Other Road.

In This World Men Struggle And Suffer Vainly, Finding Pleasure Only In The Bright Madness Of Battle; Dying, Their Souls Enter A Gray Misty Realm Of Clouds And Icy Winds, To Wander Cheerlessly Throughout Eternity.

A Kingdom Is Not Lost By A Single Defeat.

When I Cannot Stand Alone, It Will Be Time To Die.