There's No Credit In Not

War Is Cruelty, And None Can Make It Gentle.

Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No Continent; Its Eyes Are For The Stars, Its Feet For The Swords; It Continueth, Though An Army Lay Waste The Pasture; It Comforteth When There Are No Medicines; It Hath The Relish Of Manna; And By It Do Men Live In The Desert.

There's No Credit In Not Doing What You Don't Want To Do. There's No Virtue In Not Falling, When You're Not Tempted.

Imagination Is At The Root Of Much That Passes For Love.