The Coldest Word Was Once A Glowing

A Vein Of Poetry Exists In The Hearts Of All Men.

Great Men Are The Commissioned Guides Of Mankind, Who Rule Their Fellows Because They Are Wiser.

The World Is A Republic Of Mediocrities, And Always Was.

No Amount Of Ability Is Of The Slightest Avail Without Honor.

War Is A Quarrel Between Two Thieves Too Cowardly To Fight Their Own Battle; Therefore They Take Boys From One Village And Another Village, Stick Them Into Uniforms, Equip Them With Guns, And Let Them Loose Like Wild Beasts Against One Other.