Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

By Hook Or By Crook This Peril Too Shall Be Something That We Remember

Aries In His Many Fits Knows No Favorites.