Happiness Is Meant To Be Shared.

I Agree To, Or Rather Aspire To, My Doom.

It Is Only Blood That Can Wash Away Such An Outrage; Die Or Kill.

One Doesn't Wish To See Those To Whom One Owes So Much.

Alas, I Emerge From One Disaster To Fall Into A Worse.

Liberty May Be Of No More Use Than Stirring Up The Flame Of Civil Wars; Then, By Disorder Fatal To The World, One Wants No King, The Other Wants No Equal.