There's Only One Truth About War: People

As There Are Three Of Us Come On Purpose For The Game, You Won't Be So Cantankerous As To Spoil The Party By Sitting Out.

Soft Pity Never Leaves The Gentle Breast Where Love Has Been Received A Welcome Guest.

Fame, The Sovereign Deity Of Proud Ambition.

To Smile At The Jest Which Plants A Thorn In Another's Breast Is To Become A Principal In The Mischief.

It Is Not My Interest To Pay The Principal, Nor My Principle To Pay The Interest.