The Sky Is Filled With Stars, Invisible

Evil Is Only Good Perverted.

Dost Thou Know What A Hero Is? Why, A Hero Is As Much As One Should Say, A Hero.

Take Them, O Death! And Bear Away Whatever Thou Canst Call Thine Own! Thine Image, Stamped Upon This Clay, Doth Give Thee That, But That Alone!

Fair Words Gladden So Many A Heart.

Every Man Is In Some Sort A Failure To Himself. No One Ever Reaches The Heights To Which He Aspires.