Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

The Stars Never Lie, But The Astrologers Lie About The Stars.

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!

Sensitive Love Letters Are My Specialty. 'dear Baby, Welcome To Dumpsville. Population: You.'

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.

He Knew The Things That Were And The Things That Would Be And The Things That Had Been Before.