Survival has its own etiquette.

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.

A wise one determines his own fate.

For me, myth is the 'common' language of us all.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.