Though We Take From A Covetous Man

A Dungeon Horrible, On All Sides Round, As One Great Furnace, Flamed; Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible Serv'd Only To Discover Sights Of Woe, Regions Of Sorrow, Doleful Shades, Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes That Comes To All; But Torture Without End.

Our State Cannot Be Severed, We Are One, One Flesh; To Lose Thee Were To Lose Myself.

A Good Book Is The Precious Lifeblood Of A Master Spirit.

Here We May Reign Secure; And In My Choice To Reign Is Worth Ambition, Though In Hell: Better To Reign In Hell Than Serve In Heaven.

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?