We Make Choices Everyday, Some

Love Is For Fools. It Is A Surging Of Blood In The Loins ... There Is No Mystery, And No Magic. Find Someone Else, My Boy.

I Think That For The Coward Every Day Carries A Kind Of Death.

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.

Most Of The Heroes We Remember We Remember Only Because They Won. To Win You Must Be Ruthless. Single-minded ... Which Was Why He Had No Friends Just Admirers.

There Is Evil In All Of Us, And It Is The Mark Of A Man How He Defies The Evil Within.