I once had Ich Bin Verbotten written above my bench at the airport workshops - it is a slight misinterpretation of the language but worked for me, being that I should be forbidden existance...
As for the pledge...
I pledge allegiance to the bass, to the lower frequency that vibrates through my life, to the furtherance of the brown note, the muddiness of the tone, be it with pick or finger, with gold, nickel, chrome or plastic, with mahogany, maple or exotic mix, even the dreaded spores, with bolt, set or thru neck, and always, in bass we trust...