Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

Your Worst Enemy Becomes Your Best Friend, Once He's Underground.

Who Knoweth If To Die Be But To Live, And That Called Life By Mortals Be But Death?

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

Circumstances Rule Men And Not Men Rule Circumstances.