We Battle On In Words, As Always,

Who Love Too Much, Hate In The Like Extreme.

Porkchops And Bacon, My Two Favorite Animals.

It's About Time Trees Were Good For Something, Instead Of Just Standing There Like Jerks!

A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As One Who Has Done Much.

Men In Their Generations Are Like The Leaves Of The Trees. The Wind Blows And One Year's Leaves Are Scattered On The Ground; But The Trees Burst Into Bud And Put On Fresh Ones When The Spring Comes Round.