I'm A Rageaholic. I Just Can't Live

A Councilor Ought Not To Sleep The Whole Night Through, A Man To Whom The Populace Is Entrusted, And Who Has Many Responsibilities.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

Sleep And Death, Who Are Twin Brothers.