Laws Without Morals Are In Vain.

War Is When The Government Tells You Who The Bad Guy Is. Revolution Is When You Decide That For Yourself.

Wise Men Learn By Others' Harms, Fools Scarcely By Their Own.

Little Strokes Fell Great Oaks.

Give Me Yesterday's Bread, This Day's Flesh, And Last Year's Cider

Behold The Rain Which Descends From Heaven Upon Our Vineyards; There It Enters The Roots Of The Vines, To Be Changed Into Wine; A Constant Proof That God Loves Us, And Loves To See Us Happy.