There was the girl, screaming like an angry bird,When it finds its nest left empt and little ones gone.' - Sentry.

In a just cause the weak will beat the strong!

Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.

Thy life is safe while any god saves mine.

Closer, it’s all right. Touch the man of grief.Do. Don’t be afraid. My troubles are mine and I am the only man alive who can sustain them.

Alas! How sad when reasoners reason wrong.