The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming

All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.

I Believe Children Are The Future...which Is Why They Must Be Stopped Now!