I'm A Rageaholic. I Just Can't Live

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

There Is A Strength In The Even Of Very Sorry Men

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His Power