We All Have Scars [...] Better By

We All Have Scars [...] Better By Far For Them To Be Worn On The Outside.

The Truth. Men Will Blind Themselves With Hot Irons, Rather Than Face It.

How Many Hopes And Dreams Are Trapped Within These Bones? How Many Wonders Lie Never To Be Discovered? This Is What War Is. Desolation, Despair And Loss. There Are No Victors.

Blood Always Aids Blood, My Friend.

I Think Maybe It Is Better To Believe Than Not To Believe. But I Couldn't Tell You Why.