'tis An Easier Matter To Raise The

Of Two Evils Choose The Least.

War Is Sweet To Those Who Haven't Tasted It. Dulce Bellum Inexpertis.

The Nearer People Approach Old Age The Closer They Return To A Semblance Of Childhood, Until The Time Comes For Them To Depart This Life, Again Like Children, Neither Tired Of Living Nor Aware Of Death.

Young Bodies Are Like Tender Plants, Which Grow And Become Hardened To Whatever Shape You've Trained Them.

Everybody Hates A Prodigy, Detests An Old Head On Young Shoulders.