A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

A Small Rock Holds Back A Great Wave.

I Was Working On A Flat Tax Proposal And Accidentally Proved There Was No God.

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.

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!

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