With the pride of the artist, you must blow against the walls of every power that exists the small trumpet of your defiance.

Masculinity is not something given to you, but something you gain. And you gain it by winning small battles with honor.

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye I see the Lords of human kind pass by.

When I blow with a trumpet, I and all that are with me, then blow ye the trumpets also on every side of all the camp, and say, The sword of the LORD, and of Gideon.

The highest prize in a world of men is the most beautiful woman available on your arm and living there in her heart loyal to you.

Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit.