Friar! What A Strange Name. I Don't

What Is Death To Me? I Have Sown The Seeds Others Will Reap.

Dying People Don't Need Medicine, The Ones Who Remain Do.

Hold High The Brow Serene, O Youth, Where Now You Stand; Let The Bright Sheen Of Your Grace Be Seen, Fair Hope Of My Fatherland!

Cowardice Rightly Understood Begins With Selfishness And Ends With Shame.

God Has Made Man A Cosmopolite. He Created Seas For Ships To Glide On, The Wind To Push Them, And The Stars To Guide Them Even In Darkest Night.