A Prison! Heav'ns, I Loath The Hated

The Place Where You Lose The Trail Is Not Necessarily The Place Where It Ends.

If We Are Going To Allow Somebody To Request A Recount, The Intent Obviously Is That You Expect A Recount To Be Included.

A Prison! Heav'ns, I Loath The Hated Name, Famine's Metropolis, The Sink Of Shame, A Nauseous Sepulchre, Whose Craving Womb Hourly Inters Poor Mortals In Its Tomb; By Ev'ry Plague And Ev'ry Ill Possess'd, Ev'n Purgatory Itself To Thee 's A Jest.

Complacency Makes One As Guilty As Those Who Destroy The Earth.

We Learned To Be Patient Observers Like The Owl. We Learned Cleverness From The Crow, And Courage From The Jay, Who Will Attack An Owl Ten Times Its Size To Drive It Off Its Territory. But Above All Of Them Ranked The Chickadee Because Of Its Indomitable Spirit.