Hunger Allows No Choice.

In Life The Loser's Score Is Always Zero.

The Ogre Does What Ogres Can, Deeds Quite Impossible For Man, But One Prize Is Beyond His Reach, The Ogre Cannot Master Speech: About A Subjugated Plain, Among Its Desperate And Slain, The Ogre Stalks With Hands On Hips, While Drivel Gushes From His Lips.

Few People Take An Interest In Iceland, But In Those Few The Interest Is Passionate.

We Were Put On This Earth To Help Others. Why Others Were Put Here Is Beyond Me.

All Wishes, Whatever Their Apparent Content, Have The Same And Unvarying Meaning: "i Refuse To Be What I Am."