No Man Can Be Convinced When He

In This World Men Struggle And Suffer Vainly, Finding Pleasure Only In The Bright Madness Of Battle; Dying, Their Souls Enter A Gray Misty Realm Of Clouds And Icy Winds, To Wander Cheerlessly Throughout Eternity.

The Only Safe Enemy Was A Headless Enemy.

One Man's Bane Is Another's Bliss.

What Shall A Man Say When A Friend Has Vanished Behind The Doors Of Death? A Mere Tangle Of Barren Words, Only Words.

It Is An Ill Thing To Meet A Man You Thought Dead In The Woodland At Dusk.