But Till We Are Built

Most Amusements Only Mean Trying To Win Another Person's Money.

Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds Worth Of Distance Run.

The Tumalt And Shouting Dies, The Captains And The Kings Depart. Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice, An Humble And A Contrite Heat. Lord God Of Hosts, Be With Us Yet, Lest We Forget, Lest We Forget.

We Have Forty Million Reasons For Failure, But Not A Single Excuse.

If You Hit A Pony Over The Nose At The Outset Of Your Acquaintance, He May Not Love You But He Will Take A Deep Interest In Your Movements Ever Afterwards