This Liberty Is All That I Request.

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

Something Is Rotten In The State Of Denmark.

From This Day Forward Until The End Of The World...we In It Shall Be Remembered...we Band Of Brothers.

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.