Only Bad Generals Need Heroes.

What A Miserable Thing Life Is: You're In Clover; Only The Clover Isn't Good Enough.

The Storm That Bends The Birch Trees Is Held To Be Violent But How About The Storm That Bends The Backs Of The Roadworkers?

The Defeats And Victories Of The Fellows At The Top Aren't Always Defeats And Victories For The Fellows At The Bottom.

The Righteous One Has No Sense Of Humor.

With Drooping Shoulders The Majority Sit Hunched, Their Foreheads Furrowed Like Stony Ground That Has Been Repeatedly Ploughed-up To No Purpose.