Far From Me Be The Gift Of

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

All My Life I've Been An Obese Man Trapped Inside A Fat Man's Body.

For Rarely Are Sons Similar To Their Fathers: Most Are Worse, And A Few Are Better Than Their Fathers.

Which Would You Rather Be, A Conqueror In The Olympic Games, Or The Crier That Proclaims Who Are Conquerors?

The Strong Must Protect The Sweet.