The Outcome Of The War Is In

Two Diverse Gates There Are Of Bodiless Dreams, These Of Sawn Ivory, And Those Of Horn. Such Dreams As Issue Where The Ivory Gleams Fly Without Fate, And Turn Our Hopes To Scorn. But Dreams Which Issue Through The Burnished Horn, What Man Soe'er Beholds Them On His Bed, These Work With Virtue And Of Truth Are Born.

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

If You Serve Too Many Masters, You'll Soon Suffer.

He Knew How To Say Many False Things That Were Like True Sayings.