Human Beings Are Like Timid Punctuation Marks

Only The Mediocre Are Always At Their Best.

There Is An Invisible Garment Woven Around Us From Our Earliest Years; It Is Made Of The Way We Eat, The Way We Walk, The Way We Greet People.

The Spirit Of A Nation Is What Counts-the Look In Its Eyes.

During War We Imprison The Rights Of Man.

The Man Who Discovers A Woman's Weakness Is Like The Huntsman In The Heat Of The Day Who Finds A Cool Spring. He Wallows In It.