The Worse The Man, The

Die Young, And I Shall Accept Your Death-but Not If You Have Lived Without Glory, Without Being Useful To Your Country, Without Leaving A Trace Of Your Existence: For That Is Not To Have Lived At All.

We Live And Die In The Midst Of Marvels.

Order Marches With Weighty And Measured Strides. Disorder Is Always In A Hurry.

The World Soffers A Lot. Not Because The Violence Of Bad People. But Because Of The Silence Of The Good People.

I Have Seen Only You, I Have Admired Only You, I Desire Only You