A Man Must Know His Destiny. If

Never Draw A Gun On A Man Unless You Intend To Kill Him. And Believe Me, If You Do Intend To Kill Him He Will Already Know It. Then He Will Feel The Cold Breath Of The Tomb.

If You Tell People Where To Go, But Not How To Get There, You'll Be Amazed At The Results.

We Must Guard Against Becoming So Engrossed In The Specific Nature Of The Roots And Bark Of The Trees Of Knowledge As To Miss The Meaning And Grandeur Of The Forest They Compose.

For Over A Thousand Years Roman Conquerors Returning From The Wars Enjoyed The Honor Of Triumph, A Tumultuous Parade. In The Procession Came Trumpeteers, Musicians And Strange Animals From Conquered Territories, Together With Carts Laden With Treasure And Captured Armaments. The Conquerors Rode In A Triumphal Chariot, The Dazed Prisoners Walking In Chains Before Him. Sometimes His Children Robed In White Stood With Him In The Chariot Or Rode The Trace Horses. A Slave Stood Behind The Conqueror Holding A Golden Crown And Whispering In His Ear A Warning: That All Glory Is Fleeting.

Live For Something Rather Than Die For Nothing.