Whenever A Man Is Tired, Wine Is

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.

And What He Greatly Thought, He Nobly Dared.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.