He Was Swimming In A

Two Hands. One To Destroy, The Other To Save. Which Had He Lost?

A Weeping Woman Is A Bucket With No Bottom.

A Man Without Trust Is A Man Without Life.

There Are Things Worth Fighting For.

For The Young, Death Is An Enemy They Wish To Try Their Strength Against. For Those Of Us A Little Older, She Is An Old Friend, An Old Lover, But One We Are Not Eager To Meet Again Soon.