Hate Is The Father Of

Our Souls Are But Leaves In A Storm, And Only The Gods Know Where We Will Come To Rest.

It Is A Merchant's Nature To Quibble Over Coins. It Is How We Become Rich And Buy Satin Shirts. The Problems Of Who Governs This Area Is One For Another Day.

A Man Cannot Spend His Life Worrying About The Unexpected.

Evil Will Never Be Countered While Good Men Do Nothing.

Every Little Bit Of Good I May Do, Let Me Do It Now For I May Not Come This Way Again.