Here lies William Trollope, Who made these stones roll up; When death took his soul up, His body filled this hole up
Legends are often destroyed by those in need of its stuff.
You cannot play the Song of Freedom on an instrument of oppression.
Some people drop their wings in order to grow a hump
One has to multiply thoughts to the point where there aren't enough policemen to control them
When smashing monuments, save the pedestals - they always come in handy.