The Blade Itself Incites To

Do Not Beg Me By Knees Or By Parents You Dog! I Only Wish I Were Savagely Wrathful Enough To Hack Up Your Corpse And Eat It Raw

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.