'do Not Expect Help.' 'one Should Always

Your Face May Be Gone, But You Know Who You Are.

Hate Is The Father Of All Evil.

Not One Of The Creatures Of Blood Can Escape Death. We All Face It, And Succumb To It. It Follows Us Like A Dark Shadow. Yet If We Live In Terror Of It, Then We Do Not Live At All. Yes We Are Born Alone, And Yes We Will Die Alone. But In Between, Tae, We Live. We Know Joy.

Our Souls Are But Leaves In A Storm, And Only The Gods Know Where We Will Come To Rest.

All Men Have Talents. Some Build, Some Paint, Some Write, Some Fight. For Me It Is Different.