I Have No Interest At All In

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

Nobody Gets Into Heaven Without A Glowstick.

I Say No Wealth Is Worth My Life.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.