Right Is Its Own Defense.

Love Is The Desire To Give, Not To Receive, Something. Love Is The Art Of Producing Something With The Other's Talents.

A Good Soldier Has His Heart And Soul In It. When He Receives An Order, He Gets A Hard On, And When He Drives His Lance Through His Enemy's Guts, He Comes.

What Happens To The Hole When The Cheese Is Gone?

When Crimes Begin To Pile Up They Become Invisible. When Sufferings Become Unendurable The Cries Are No Longer Heard. The Cries, Too, Fall Like Rain In Summer.

Intelligence Is Not To Make No Mistakes, But Quickly To See How To Make Them Good.