Why does your sword so drip with blood,
Edward, Edward?
Why does your sword so drip with blood,
And why so sad go ye, O?
—FROM AN ANONYMOUS SCOTTISH BALLAD OF THE MIDDLE AGES
I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
And carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning,
And said, “Comrade! Brother!”
—STEPHEN CRANE
The essential American character is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer.
—D. H. LAWRENCE
Lo que no tiene remedio se tiene que aguantar.
—AN OLD MEXICAN DICHO