For Mysterious Things Of Faith, Rely On

Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The Brave Deserves The Fair.

Ill Habits Gather Unseen Degrees, As Brooks Make Rivers, Rivers Run To Seas.

We First Make Our Habits, And Then Our Habits Make Us.

Fortune Confounds The Wise, And When They Least Expect It Turns The Dice.

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky