First You Don't Want Me To Get

It's About Time Trees Were Good For Something, Instead Of Just Standing There Like Jerks!

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.

It Is Not Right To Exult Over Slain Men.

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

It Is The Bold Man Who Every Time Does Best, At Home Or Abroad.