When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods

Adam was a gardener, and God, who made him, sees that half of all good gardening is done upon the knees.

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

Once there was The People - Terror gave it birth.

What stands if Freedom fail? What dies of England live?

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.