For Myself I Think That One Wrong

While A People Preserves Its Language; It Preserves The Marks Of Liberty.

Climate Affects Bipeds In The Same Way It Does Quadrupeds.

No, Let Us Not Make God In Our Image, Poor Inhabitants That We Are Of A Distant Planet Lost In Infinite Space. However Brilliant And Sublime Our Intelligence May Be, It Is Scarcely More Than A Small Spark Which Shines And In An Instant Is Extinguished, And It Alone Can Give Us No Idea Of That Blaze, That Conflagration, That Ocean Of Light!

Oh How Beautiful To Fall To Give You Flight, To Die To Give You Life, To Rest Under Your Sky; And In Your Enchanted Land Forever Sleep.

No One Blames A Pilot Who Takes Refuge In Port When The Storm Begins To Blow. It Is Not Cowardice To Duck Under A Bullet; What Is Wrong Is To Defy It Only To Fall And Never Rise Again.