Dreamers like your wife are limited, little Helldiver.— She makes sure I don't speak.—Understand that. The only power they have is in death. The harder they die, the loudertheir voice, the deeper the echoes. But your wife served her purpose.

[WASHINGTON]It's alright, you want to fight, you've got a hungerI was just like you when I was youngerHead full of fantasies of dyin' like a martyr?[HAMILTON]Yes[WASHINGTON]Dying is easy, young man. Living is harder

The agony of martyrdom is almost too much to bear. In the early hours, when the loss is fresh, there is no comfort in knowing Glory will live on. We speak of the martyrs in History but we cannot know the actual pain they suffered in their final living hours. They enter the realm of the mythic, but we must never forget these were men like ourselves. When their flesh is torn, they cry out. They suffer as you or I would suffer, although more bravely. Remember Christ. Although I am now an enemy to Joseph's legacy, I shudder when recalling his pain.

In all times, and all countries especially in those countries which are divided within by religious faith, there are always fanatics who will be well contented to be regarded as martyrs.

We can always be sure of one thing— that the messengers of discomfort and sacrifice will be stoned and pelted by those who wish to preserve at all costs their own contentment. This is not a lesson that is confined to the Testaments.

No human beings are more dangerous than those who have suffered for a belief: the great persecutors are recruited from the martyrs not quite beheaded. Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.

Martyrdom covers a multitude of sins.

It is easier to die for a cause than to live for it.

The tyrant dies and his rule is over; the martyr dies and his rule begins.