That god lives in silence who has scoured the following land with salt and ash.

An aged man is but a paltry thing

stand up; conquer your panting with the spirit that conquers in every battle, if it does not let the heavy body crush it down

"If you're gonna compare a Hanzo sword.. ...you compare it to every other sword ever made - wasn't made - by Hattori Hanzo."

I don’t know if a pigeon is naïve or worldly
I just know it has no past to make it toil through life

Prometheus
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)
Titan! to whose immortal eyes
         The sufferings of mortality,
         Seen in their sad reality,
Were not as things that gods despise;
What was thy pity's recompense?
A silent suffering, and intense;
The rock, the vulture, and the chain,
All that the proud can feel of pain,
The agony they do not show,
The suffocating sense of woe,
         Which speaks but in its loneliness,
And then is jealous lest the sky
Should have a listener, nor will sigh
         Until its voice is echoless.

Titan! to thee the strife was given
         Between the suffering and the will,
         Which torture where they cannot kill;
And the inexorable Heaven,
And the deaf tyranny of Fate,
The ruling principle of Hate,
Which for its pleasure doth create
The things it may annihilate,
Refus'd thee even the boon to die:
The wretched gift Eternity
Was thine—and thou hast borne it well.
All that the Thunderer wrung from thee
Was but the menace which flung back
On him the torments of thy rack;
The fate thou didst so well foresee,
But would not to appease him tell;
And in thy Silence was his Sentence,
And in his Soul a vain repentance,
And evil dread so ill dissembled,
That in his hand the lightnings trembled.

Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,
         To render with thy precepts less
         The sum of human wretchedness,
And strengthen Man with his own mind;
But baffled as thou wert from high,
Still in thy patient energy,
In the endurance, and repulse
         Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,
         A mighty lesson we inherit:
Thou art a symbol and a sign
         To Mortals of their fate and force;
Like thee, Man is in part divine,
         A troubled stream from a pure source;
And Man in portions can foresee
His own funereal destiny;
His wretchedness, and his resistance,
And his sad unallied existence:
To which his Spirit may oppose
Itself—and equal to all woes,
         And a firm will, and a deep sense,
Which even in torture can descry
         Its own concenter'd recompense,
Triumphant where it dares defy,
And making Death a Victory.

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Which even in torture can descry Its own concenter'd recompense, Triumphant where it dares defy, And making Death a Victory.

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That god lives in silence who has scoured the following land with salt and ash.

An aged man is but a paltry thing

stand up; conquer your panting with the spirit that conquers in every battle, if it does not let the heavy body crush it down

"If you're gonna compare a Hanzo sword.. ...you compare it to every other sword ever made - wasn't made - by Hattori Hanzo."

I don’t know if a pigeon is naïve or worldly I just know it has no past to make it toil through life

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