There Is A Fullness Of All Things,

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

Beauty- It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature.

Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

Not Vain The Weakest, If Their Force Unite.

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.