We May Outrun By Violent

He That Hath A Beard Is More Than A Youth, And He That Hath No Beard Is Less Than A Man. He That Is More Than A Youth Is Not For Me, And He That Is Less Than A Man, I Am Not For Him.

He Shall Spurn Fate, Scorn Death, And Bear His Hopes 'bove Wisdom, Grace And Fear: And You All Know, Security Is Mortals' Chiefest Enemy.

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.

Are You Up To Your Destiny?

Divers Philosophers Hold That The Lips Is Parcel Of The Mouth.