All The Survivors Of The War Had

A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

Rock Stars, Is There Anything They Don't Know?

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Complain.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

There Is The Heat Of Love, The Pulsing Rush Of Longing, The Lover’s Whisper, Irresistible—magic To Make The Sanest Man Go Mad.