If We Must Die, O Let Us

If A Man Is Not Faithful To His Own Individuality, He Cannot Be Loyal To Anything.

It's When You Are Down That You Learn About Your Faults.

I Have Forgotten Much, But Still Remember The Poinsiana's Red, Blood-red In Warm December.

If We Must Die, Let It Not Be Like Hogs Hunted And Penned In An Inglorious Spot, If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.

If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.