The Journey Is The Thing.

He Lives Not Long Who Battles With The Immortals, Nor Do His Children Prattle About His Knees When He Has Come Back From Battle And The Dread Fray.

Ah, Beer, My One Weakness. My Achille's Heel, If You Will.

To Speak His Thoughts Is Every Freeman's Right, In Peace And War, In Council And In Fight.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Swing To The Work, We Must - Just Two As We Are - If We Hope To Make Some Headway. The Worst Cowards, Banded Together, Have Their Power, But You And I Have Got The Skill To Fight Their Best.

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.