All Places Shall Be Hell That Are

The Stars Move Still, Time Runs, The Clock Will Strike

Cut Is The Branch That Might Have Grown Full Straight, And Burned Is Apollo's Laurel Bough, That Sometime Grew Within This Learned Man. Faustus Is Gone.

What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man Condemned To Die?

We Control Fifty Percent Of A Relationship. We Influence One Hundred Percent Of It.

Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.