Your Face May Be Gone, But You

I Think That For The Coward Every Day Carries A Kind Of Death.

Be At Peace, My Friend. One Thing I Have Learnt About Death Is That His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

Death Haunts Everyone And Never Fails.

When Healers Yearn To Kill Then Hope Begins To Die ... Evil Cannot Be Overcome By Evil.

I Underestimated You, Woman." ... "the Cry Of Men Down The Ages.