A Glorious Death Is His, Who For

There Is Nothing More Dread And More Shameless Than A Woman Who Plans Such Deeds In Her Heart As The Foul Deed Which She Plotted When She Contrived Her Husband's Murder.

The Other Day, I Was So Desperate For A Beer, I Snuck Into The Football Stadium And Ate The Dirt Under The Bleachers.

Praise Me Not Too Much, Nor Blame Me, For Thou Speakest To The Greeks Who Know Me.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

It Behooves A Father To Be Blameless If He Expects His Child To Be.