If You Serve Too Many Masters, You'll

Sleep And Death, Who Are Twin Brothers.

A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

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

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.