Knit Your Hearts With An

Cry "havoc!" And Let Loose The Dogs Of War, That This Foul Deed Shall Smell Above The Earth With Carrion Men, Groaning For Burial.

There Is No Such Sport As Sport By Sport O'erthrown.

Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.

I Must Have Liberty Withal, As Large A Charter As The Wind, To Blow On Whom I Please, For So Fools Have.

Love Laughs At Locksmiths.