Heroes Are People Who Face Down Their

You Are Getting Too Old For This. A Man Is As Old As He Feels, Woman! And How Old Do You Feel? About Ninety.

I Think That For The Coward Every Day Carries A Kind Of Death.

How Many Hopes And Dreams Are Trapped Within These Bones? How Many Wonders Lie Never To Be Discovered? This Is What War Is. Desolation, Despair And Loss. There Are No Victors.

You Do Not Convince Me. You Rationalize Your Actions And Because The Result Is Favorable You Become Right.

I May Be Stupid, As You Say, To Believe In Honour And Friendship And Loyalty Without Price. But These Are Virtues To Be Cherished, For Without Them We Are No More Than Beasts Roaming The Land.