He Who Angers You Conquers You.

If Someone Angers You, They Control You.

A Measure Of Victory Has Been Won, And Honors Have Been Bestowed In Token Thereof. But Honours Fade Or Are Forgotten, And Monuments Crumble Into Dust. It Is The Battle Itself That Matters - And The Battle Must Go On.

He Looked At The Book, Took My Name, And Consulted His Records. Then He Informed Me I Had Been Lost At Sea And Was Dead. Under The Circumstances, He Could Not Possibly Give Me Any Money... Even The Fact That He Was Dealing With Someone Who Had Been Dead For Several Days Failed To Awaken Interest In His Official Heart.

He Who Angers You Conquers You.

Some Minds Remain Open Long Enough For The Truth Not Only To Enter But To Pass On Through By Way Of A Ready Exit Without Pausing Anywhere Along The Route.