Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

His Resolve Is Not To Seem The Bravest, But To Be.

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.

For In The Voyage Of The Heart, There Is A Freight Of Hatred, And The Wind Of Wrath Blows Shrill.

If A Man Should Wanton Walk With Crime ... He Shall Find In Death No Great Deliverance.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.