Not By Wrath Does One Kill, But

Give Me Today, For Once, The Worst Throw Of Your Dice, Destiny. Today I Transmute Everything Into Gold.

Every Step Forward Is Made At The Cost Of Mental And Physical Pain To Someone.

To One Who Is Accustomed To Thinking A Lot, Every New Thought That He Hears Or Reads About Immediately Appears As A Link In A Chain.

One Pays Dearly For Being Immortal: One Must Die Many Times During His Life.

There Will Be But Few People Who, When At A Loss For Topics Of Conversation, Will Not Reveal The More Secret Affairs Of Their Friends.