Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's

Beauty Is Not Caused, It Is; Chase It And It Ceases, Chase It Not And It Abides.

I Have An Appetite For Silence.

To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave, But Gallanter, I Know, Who Charge Within The Bosom, The Cavalry Of Woe.

A Power Of Butterfly Must Be - The Aptitude To Fly Meadows Of Majesty Concedes And Easy Sweeps Of Sky -

I Am Out With Lanterns, Looking For Myself.