The People You Killed Seem To Be

All Evils Are Equal When They Are Extreme. [fr., Et Tous Maux Sont Pareils Alors Qu'ils Sont Extremes.]

The Manner Of Giving Is Worth More Than The Gift.

Love Lives On Hope, And Dies When Hope Is Dead; It Is A Flame Which Sinks For Lack Of Fuel.

Happiness Is Meant To Be Shared.

Doubt, But Still Hate!