We Live In A Society Of Laws.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.

Rather I'd Choose Laboriously To Bear A Weight Of Woes, And Breathe The Vital Air, A Slave To Some Poor Hind That Toils For Bread, Than Reign The Sceptred Monarch Of The Dead.

We Live In A Society Of Laws. Why Do You Think I Took You To All Those Police Academy Movies? For Fun? Well, I Didn't Hear Anybody Laughing, Did You?

I Say No Wealth Is Worth My Life.