I Believe Everything To Be

Love Is A Tyrant Sparing None.

Flee An Enemy Who Knows Your Weakness.

He Who Has Resolved To Conquer Or Die Is Seldom Conquered; Such Noble Despair Perishes With Difficulty.

Your Arm Is Unvanquished, But Not Invincible.

For Souls Nobly Born, Valor Doesn't Await The Passing Of Years