Too Many Kings Can Ruin An Army

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

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

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

Fear, O Achilles, The Wrath Of Heaven; Think On Your Own Father And Have Compassion Upon Me, Who Am The More Pitiable