He Who Tells A Lie

Our Business In The Field Of Fight, Is Not To Question, But To Prove Our Might.

The Enormous Faith Of Many Made For One.

What's Fame? A Fancy'd Life In Other's Breath. A Thing Beyond Us, Even Before Our Death.

You Beat Your Pate, And Fancy Wit Will Come: Knock As You Please, There's No Body At Home.

In Pride, In Reas'ning Pride, Our Error Lies; All Quit Their Sphere And Rush Into The Skies. Pride Still Is Aiming At The Bless'd Abodes, Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.