Life Is Sad Enough, Magir. Laughter Is

One Hundred Only, Lord Earl. But Judge Us Not By Our Number. Rather, Watch The Numbers Of Dead We Leave Behind.

The Baresark Loses All Fear; His Method Is All-out Attack, And Invariably He Takes His Opponent With Him Even If He Falls.

Evil Will Never Be Countered While Good Men Do Nothing.

We Are Tiny Flames, Helikaon, And We Flicker Alone In The Great Dark For No More Than A Heartbeat. When We Strive For Wealth, Glory And Fame, It Is Meaningless. The Nations We Fight For Will One Day Cease To Be. Even The Mountains We Gaze Upon Will Crumble To Dust. To Truly Live We Must Yearn For That Which Does Not Die.

Love Is For Fools. It Is A Surging Of Blood In The Loins ... There Is No Mystery, And No Magic. Find Someone Else, My Boy.