Thou Knowst The Oer-eager Vehemence Of Youth,how

I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.

No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or Brave, Can Shun His Destiny.

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

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