Cunning Is Strength Withheld.

God Said, I Am Tired Of Kings, I Suffer Them No More; Up To My Ear This Morning Brings The Outrage Of The Poor.

The Hero Is He Who Is Immovably Centered.

For, Whom The Muses Smile Upon, And Touch With Soft Persuasion, His Words Like A Storm-wind Can Bring Terror And Beauty On Their Wing; In His Every Syllable Lurketh Nature Veritable.

Courage Of The Soldier Awakes The Courage Of Woman.

A Man Should Give Us A Sense Of Mass.