The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

Praise Me Not Too Much, Nor Blame Me, For Thou Speakest To The Greeks Who Know Me.

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.

A Guest Never Forgets The Host Who Has Treated Him Kindly.

The Best Thing In The World [is] A Strong House Held In Serenity Where Man And Wife Agree.