I'm Not Afraid Of Death. It's The

As Soon As War Is Declared It Will Be Impossible To Hold The Poets Back. Rhyme Is Still The Most Effective Drum.

Born Enemies Don't Fight. Nations You Would Say Were Designed To Go To War Against Each Other By Their Skins, Their Language, Their Smell; Always Jealous Of Each Other, Always Hating Each Other; They're Not The Ones Who Fight. You Will Find The Real Antagonists In Nations Fate Has Groomed And Made Ready For The Same War.

Death Is The Next Step After The Pension-it's Perpetual Retirement Without Pay.

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.

Since I Love You, My Loneliness Begins To Throw You.