The Printed Page Was Like Wine To

Break The Skin Of Civilization And You Find The Ape, Roaring And Red-handed.

A Kingdom Is Not Lost By A Single Defeat.

What Always Was Must Always Be.

A Woman In Such An Emotional Tempest Is As Perilous As A Blind Cobra To Any About Her.

Over The Souls Of Men Spread The Condor Wings Of Colossal Monsters And All Manner Of Evil Things Prey Upon The Heart And Soul And Body Of Man. Yet It May Be In Some Far Day The Shadows Shall Fade And The Prince Of Darkness Be Chained Forever In His Hell. And Till Then Mankind Can But Stand Up Stoutly To The Monsters In His Own Heart And Without, And With The Aid Of God He May Yet Triumph.