Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their

Fate Is The Same For The Man Who Holds Back, The Same If He Fights Hard. We Are All Held In A Single Honor, The Brave With The Weaklings. A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As The One Who Has Done Much.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

All The Survivors Of The War Had Reached Their Homes And So Put The Perils Of Battle And The Sea Behind Them.