But You Can't Kill Me, Lord Tyrant.

My Dear, Did You Just Try To Prove The Existence Of God With Your Cleavage?

You Are Inexperienced. So Was I, Once. So Is Every Man. The Measure Of A Person Is Not How Much They Have Lived. . . It's In How They Make Us Of What Life Has Shown Them.

One Can Have A Wit, But Not A Witless

Control Yourself. Become Someone Who Can Handle This.

Plots Behind Plots, Plans Behind Plans. There Was Always Another Secret.