The Laws Of A State

Everyone's Quick To Blame The Alien.

Neither A Life Of Anarchy Nor A Life Under A Despot Should You Praise. To All That Lies In The Middle Has A God Given Excellence.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.

Take Courage; Pain's Extremity Soon Ends.