Singing Is The Lowest Form Of Communication.

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

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.

Canada? Why Would I Want To Leave America Just To Visit America, Jr.?

O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your Hearts Be Strong And Let No Warrior In The Heat Of Fight, Do What May Bring Him Shame In Others' Eyes