We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth

I Have Lived Long Enough. My Way Of Life Is To Fall Into The Sere, The Yellow Leaf, And That Which Should Accompany Old Age, As Honor, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends I Must Not Look To Have.

There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty In Men; All Perjured, All Forsworn, All Naught, All Dissemblers.

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.

In Time We Hate That Which We Often Fear.

Forget, Forgive; Conclude, And Be Agreed.