Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'

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.

By hook or by crook this peril too shall be something that we remember

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.