Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters

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.

Trying Is The First Step Toward Failure.

Better To Live Or Die, Once And For All, Than Die By Inches.

Kids Are Great. You Can Teach Them To Hate What You Hate And, With The Internet And All, They Practically Raise Themselves.

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