On This Battlefield Man Has

To The Questioning Glance Of Love, As It Flashes Out And Then Conceals Itself, Speech Has No Reply; The Smile, The Kiss, The Sigh Answer.

Your Enemies Hate You More Than They Hate Your Ideas. Should You Want A Project To Be Undone Propose It. Even If It Were As Useful As A Bishop's Mire It Would Be Rejected. Once You Are Defeated Let The Humblest-looking Among You Sponsor It And Your Enemies To Humble You Will Approve It.

No One Blames A Pilot Who Takes Refuge In Port When The Storm Begins To Blow. It Is Not Cowardice To Duck Under A Bullet; What Is Wrong Is To Defy It Only To Fall And Never Rise Again.

Our Liberty Will Not Be Secured At The Sword's Point... We Must Secure It By Making Ourselves Worthy Of It. And When The People Reaches That Height, God Will Provide A Weapon, The Idols Will Be Shattered, Tyranny Will Crumble Like A House Of Cards, And Liberty Will Shine Out Like The First Dawn.

Law Has No Skin, Reason Has No Nostrils.