What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.

Why Cover The Same Ground Again? ... It Goes Against My Grain To Repeat A Tale Told Once, And Told So Clearly.

If They Think I'm Going To Stop At That Stop Sign, They're Mistaken!

The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To Drain.

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.