He Travels The Fastest Who Travels Alone.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep

When Your Daemon Is In Charge, Do Not Try To Think Consciously. Drift, Wait, And Obey.

We Have Done With Hope And Honour. We Are Lost To Love And Truth, We Are Dropping Down The Ladder Rung By Rung; And The Measure Of Our Torment Is The Measure Of Our Youth. God Help Us, For We Knew The Worst Too Young!

Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And Don't Let Them Think You're Afraid.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep... For It's Tommy This, An' Tommy That An' Chuck Him Out, The Brute! But It's Saviour Of His Country, When The Guns Begins To Shoot!