If There's No Game, Isn't Winning A

A Good Friend Of My Son's Is A Son To Me.

Surely Only Correct Understanding Could Lead To Correct Action.

I'm Sorry. I Can Love You. I Can Grieve For You, Or With You. I Can Share Your Pain. But I Cannot Judge You.

Cecil Flashed A Grin. "quite. Plus Your Rather Irritating Habit Of Treating Your Superior Officers As Your, Ah..." Cecil Paused, Apparently Groping Again For Just The Right Word. "equals?" Miles Hazarded. "cattle," Cecil Corrected Judiciously.

There Are Always Survivors At A Massacre. Among The Victors, If Nowhere Else.