I've Gone Back In Time To When

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

There Is A Strength In The Even Of Very Sorry Men

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.

No Trust Is To Be Placed In Women.

Trying Is The First Step Toward Failure.