He Who Has One Enemy Shall Meet

Oh, The Brave Music Of A Distant Drum!

To-day Is Thine To Spend, But Not To-morrow; Counting On Morrows Breedeth Bankrupt Sorrow: O Squander Not This Breath That Heaven Hath Lent Thee; Make Not Too Sure Another Breath To Borrow.

The Entire World Shall Be Populous With That Action Which Saves One Soul From Despair.

Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor There.

The Secret Must Be Kept From All Non-people. The Mystery Must Be Hidden From All Idiots.