For Fate Has Wove The Thread Of

I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men

We Battle On In Words, As Always, Mere Words, And What's The Cure? We Cannot Find A Thing.

Too Dear I Prized A Fair Enchanting Face: Beauty Unchaste Is Beauty In Disgrace.

Even When Someone Battles Hard, There Is An Equal Portion For One Who Lingers Behind, And In The Same Honor Are Held Both The Coward And The Brave Man; The Idle Man And He Who Has Done Much Meet Death Alike.

Good Things Don't End In -eum; They End In -mania Or -teria.