Kind castles create bland rulers.
The harsh flag scoffs at victory.
Prepare to die by poison ideas.
The armor of the future is speed.
Pure evil is the fulcrum of doubt.
Get over it: forget the Alamo.
Loose troops sink ships’ shapes.
Bomb patterns make lovely quilts.
A nation of spies has much in common.
Death works well as a diversion.
Peace is the luxury of also rans.
When the blood market wanes, open veins.
The only good gun is a used one.
Defeat is the posture of disease.