Madness Ends Sometimes. The Gods Decree It,

‎our Ancestors Took This Land. They Took It And Made It And Held It. We Do Not Give Up What Our Ancestors Gave Us. They Came Across The Sea And They Fought Here, And They Built Here And They're Buried Here. This Is Our Land, Mixed With Our Blood, Strengthened With Our Bone. Ours!

You Won't Regret The Men You Never Killed, But You Will Regret The Women You Passed Up.

The Bards Sing Of Love, They Celebrate Slaughter, They Extol Kings And Flatter Queens, But Were I A Poet I Would Write In Praise Of Friendship.

Every Day Is Ordinary, Until It Isn't.

Television Is A Young Person's Medium.