We All Have Scars [...] Better By

Love Is In The Eyes, And One Woman Knows When Another Woman Is In Love.

One Day The Enemy Will Cross The Great Green. They Will Bring War And Tragedy To These Eastern Lands. Such Is The Nature Of Vile Men. Yet We Cannot Live In Dread Of Them. We Cannot Hide Behind These High Walls, Our Hearts Trembling. For That Is Not Life. We Must Accept The Needs And The Duties Of Each Day, And Face Them One At A Time.

It Is Not Hard To Change When Your Biggest Problem Is Whether The Weeds Prosper In A Vegetable Patch.

Never Be Glad That Another Man Has Died. Not Ever. [...] It Never Ends. Never... Ever... Be Glad To Kill.

Foolish: It's All Foolish. Life Is A Farce A Stupid, Sickening Farce Played Out By Fools.