If We Are True To

And This, Our Life, Exempt From Public Haunt, Finds Tongues In Trees, Books In The Running Brooks, Sermons In Stones, And Good In Everything.

From This Day Forward Until The End Of The World...we In It Shall Be Remembered...we Band Of Brothers.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make Haste.