Time Takes Away The Grief Of Men.

War Is Sweet To Those Who Haven't Tasted It. Dulce Bellum Inexpertis.

For Them It's Out-of-date And Outmoded To Perform Miracles; Teaching The People Is Too Like Hard Work, Interpreting The Holy Scriptures Is For Schoolmen And Praying Is A Waste Of Time; To Shed Tears Is Weak And Womanish, To Be Needy Is Degrading; To Suffer Defeat Is A Disgrace And Hardly Fitting For One Who Scarcely Permits The Greatest Of Kings To Kiss The Toes Of His Sacred Feet; And Finally, Death Is An Unattractive Prospect, And Dying On A Cross Would Be An Ignominious End.

Invoked Or Not Invoked, The God Is Present.

Fortune Favors The Audacious.

Everyone Knows That By Far The Happiest And Universally Enjoyable Age Of Man Is The First. What Is There About Babies Which Makes Us Hug And Kiss And Fondle Them, So That Even An Enemy Would Give Them Help At That Age?