If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed

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!

Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers.

Thou Art A Soul In Bliss; But I Am Bound Upon A Wheel Of Fire; That Mine Own Tears Do Scald Like Molten Lead.

Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen Man.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.