Death Submits To No One.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

I Have No Interest At All In Food And Drink, But Only In Slaughter And Blood And The Agonized Groans Of Mangled Men

Be Still My Heart; Thou Hast Known Worse Than This.

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.

Noblest Minds Are Easiest Bent.