All Beauty Is Sad. [...] For It

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

No Matter How Impossible This War, I Shall Fight To Win. Whatever I Have To Do, I Will Do.

She Was His North Star, The Fixed Point Round Which His World Turned. For As Long As His Heart Beat, Or Hers, He Believed They Would Always Share A Destiny.

Be At Peace, My Friend. One Thing I Have Learnt About Death Is That His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

Societies Need Heroes. So We Travel To Places Where The Revisionists Cannot Dismantle The Great.