Despair And Die. The Ghosts

Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Affright Our Souls; Conscience Is But A Work That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe: Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience, Swords Our Law!

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

Boldness Be My Friend.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.