I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction

A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As One Who Has Done Much.

The Force Of Union Conquers All.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

We All Scribble Poetry.

All Men Owe Honor To The Poets - Honor And Awe; For They Are Dearest To The Muse Who Puts Upon Their Lips The Ways Of Life.