Guns Aren't Toys! They're For Family Protection,

Two Diverse Gates There Are Of Bodiless Dreams, These Of Sawn Ivory, And Those Of Horn. Such Dreams As Issue Where The Ivory Gleams Fly Without Fate, And Turn Our Hopes To Scorn. But Dreams Which Issue Through The Burnished Horn, What Man Soe'er Beholds Them On His Bed, These Work With Virtue And Of Truth Are Born.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!

If You Are Very Valiant, It Is A God, I Think, Who Gave You This Gift.