Life Is A Struggle, From The Agonies

All Beauty Is Sad. [...] For It Fades.

By Nature Of Definition Only The Coward Is Capable Of The Highest Heroism

An Enemy Is Like A Man's Most Prized Flower. It Brings Him Joy To See It Buried In The Ground.

Man Is Capable Of Greatness, Love, Nobility, Compassion. Yet Never Forget That His Capacity For Evil Is Infinite. It Is A Sad Truth, Boy, That If You Sit Now And Think Of The Worst Tortures That Could Ever Be Inflicted On Another Human Being, They Will Already Have Been Practiced Somewhere. If There Is One Sound That Follows The March Of Humanity, It Is The Scream.

[h]e Who Fears To Lose Will Never Win.