The Mob Gets Out Of Hand, Runs

Friends Show Their Love In Times Of Trouble, Not In Happiness.

The Meanest Life Is Better Than The Most Glorious Death.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

Danger Gleams Like Sunshine To A Brave Man's Eyes.

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.