For Never, Never, Wicked Man Was Wise.

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.

The Difficulty Is Not So Great To Die For A Friend, As To Find A Friend Worth Dying For.

O Friends, Be Men; So Act That None May Feel Ashamed To Meet The Eyes Of Other Men. Think Each One Of This Children And His Wife, His Home, His Parents, Living Yet And Dead. For Them, The Absent Ones, I Supplicate, And Bid You Rally Here, And Scorn To Fly.

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

Which Would You Rather Be, A Conqueror In The Olympic Games, Or The Crier That Proclaims Who Are Conquerors?