For Fate Has Wove The Thread Of

Forget The Brother And Resume The Man.

True Friends Appear Less Moved Than Counterfeit.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

Nay If Even In The House Of Hades The Dead Forget Their Dead, Yet Will I Even There Be Mindful Of My Dear Comrade.

I Guess Some People Never Change... Or, They Quickly Change And Then Quickly Change Back.