Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

Our feathers are ruffled, ... We're making a name for ourselves in the NFC, as well as among the bird elite. With apologies to our nation's national bird, we really took it to the Eagles. They've pushed us around for the last time.

A heart without dreams is like a bird without feathers.

Man is ready to die for an idea, provided that idea is not quite clear to him.

Jealousy would be far less torturous if we understood that love is a passion entirely unrelated to our merits.