If We Must Die, O Let Us

Adventure-seasoned And Storm-buffeted, I Shun All Signs Of Anchorage, Because The Zest Of Life Exceeds The Bound Of Laws.

Human Dignity Is More Precious Than Prestige.

I Have Forgotten Much, But Still Remember The Poinsiana's Red, Blood-red In Warm December.

It's When You Are Down That You Learn About Your Faults.

If We Must Die, Let It Not Be Like Hogs Hunted And Penned In An Inglorious Spot, If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.