Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.

He Who Shall Never Be Divided From Me Kissed My Mouth All Trembling.

It May Be That A More Subtle Person Would Find For This Thing A Reason Of Greater Subtlety: But Such Is The Reason That I Find, And That Liketh Me Best.

O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How Ye Judge.

Deed Done Is Well Begun.

Not One Drop Of Blood Is Left Inside My Veins That Does Not Throb: I Recognize Signs Of The Ancient Flame.