It Is A Profitable Thing,

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

Ares Ever Loves To Pluck All The Fairest Flower Of An Armed Host.

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.

God Always Strives Together With Those Who Strive.

It Is Through Suffering That Learning Comes.