There Is A Time For Many Words,

The God Of War Is Impartial: He Hands Out Death To The Man Who Hands Out Death.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.

Why So Much Grief For Me? No Man Will Hurl Me Down To Death, Against My Fate. And Fate? No One Alive Has Ever Escaped It, Neither Brave Man Nor Coward, I Tell You - It’s Born With Us The Day That We Are Born.

A Woman Is A Lot Like A Refrigerator. Six Feet Tall, 300 Pounds...it Makes Ice.