The People You Killed Seem To Be

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

I Would Not Like A King Who Could Obey.

It Is A Law, Of The Gods Which Is Never Broken, To Sell Somewhat Dearly The Great Benefits Which They Confer On Us.

I Believe Everything To Be Just When A King Ordains It.

I Have Deserved Neither So Much Honor Or So Much Disgrace.