For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Swing To The Work, We Must - Just Two As We Are - If We Hope To Make Some Headway. The Worst Cowards, Banded Together, Have Their Power, But You And I Have Got The Skill To Fight Their Best.

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

Some Things You Will Think Of Yourself,...some Things God Will Put Into Your Mind

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.