A Forest Doesn't Weep Over One Tree.

The Heart Senses Who Is Friend And Who Is No Friend.

The Central Government Possesses No Plan Of Finding The Way Out Of This Blind Alley.

Bless You Prison, Bless You For Being In My Life. For There, Lying Upon The Rotting Prison Straw, I Came To Realize That The Object Of Life Is Not Prosperity As We Are Made To Believe, But The Maturity Of The Human Soul.

Lord, Give Me The Strength To Accomplish What You've Given Me To Do And The Faith To Trust You That What I Haven't Been Able To Accomplish You've Already Assigned To Someone Else.

If One Is A Professional Soldier, It Is Part Of One's Job To Die Sooner Or Later.