The Other Day, I Was So Desperate

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.

Singing Is The Lowest Form Of Communication.

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.