My Last Fear, The Fear Of God,

My Last Fear, The Fear Of God, Died With My Faith.

Obviously Crime Pays, Or There'd Be No Crime.

If The Bureau Of Alcohol, Tobacco And Firearms Insists Upon A Firefight, Give Them A Firefight. Just Remember, They're Wearing Flak Jackets And You're Better Off Shooting For The Head.

You Get Rid Of The Fear Of Death By Understanding That It Is An Integral Fact Of Our Existence. You Do That Through Will And Reason.

Take, For Example, The African Jungle, The Home Of The Cheetah. On Whom Does The Cheetah Prey? The Old, The Sick, The Wounded, The Weak, The Very Young, But Never The Strong. Lesson: If You Would Not Be Prey, You Had Better Be Strong.