So It Is That The

Of All Creatures That Breathe And Move Upon The Earth, Nothing Is Bred That Is Weaker Than Man.

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Swing To The Work, We Must - Just Two As We Are - If We Hope To Make Some Headway. The Worst Cowards, Banded Together, Have Their Power, But You And I Have Got The Skill To Fight Their Best.

I'm A Spalding Gray In A Rick Dees World.