A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

Fate Is The Same For The Man Who Holds Back, The Same If He Fights Hard. We Are All Held In A Single Honor, The Brave With The Weaklings. A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As The One Who Has Done Much.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.

The Hearts Of The Great Can Be Changed.

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

Don't Mess With The Dead, Boy, They Have Eerie Powers.