I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

A Good Heart 'is Worth Gold.

I Understand A Fury In Your Words But Not Your Words.

If Reasons Were As Plentiful As Blackberries, I Would Give No Man A Reason Upon Compulsion.

Master, Go On, And I Will Follow Thee To The Last Gasp With Truth And Loyalty.

I Hold It Cowardice To Rest Mistrustful Where A Noble Heart Hath Pawned An Open Hand In Sign Of Love.