I'll Know How To Die With Courage;

The Sin Is In Our Thoughts.

There Are Only Epicureans, Either Crude Or Refined; Christ Was The Most Refined.

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

Germany Is Now A Field Of Cadavers, Soon She Will Be A Paradise.

The Statue Of Freedom Has Not Been Cast Yet, The Furnace Is Hot, We Can All Still Burn Our Fingers.