It Is Not Right To Exult Over

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.

Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is In Love With Civil War, That Brutal Ferocious Thing.

Too Many Kings Can Ruin An Army

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

Do I Know What Rhetorical Means?