There Is Not Any Advantage

The Roaring Seas And Many A Dark Range Of Mountains Lie Between Us.

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

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

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!