Do Not Speak Badly Of Yourself, For

One Hundred Only, Lord Earl. But Judge Us Not By Our Number. Rather, Watch The Numbers Of Dead We Leave Behind.

Love Is For Fools. It Is A Surging Of Blood In The Loins ... There Is No Mystery, And No Magic. Find Someone Else, My Boy.

One Day The Enemy Will Cross The Great Green. They Will Bring War And Tragedy To These Eastern Lands. Such Is The Nature Of Vile Men. Yet We Cannot Live In Dread Of Them. We Cannot Hide Behind These High Walls, Our Hearts Trembling. For That Is Not Life. We Must Accept The Needs And The Duties Of Each Day, And Face Them One At A Time.

Steal A Loaf Of Bread And They Hang You, Steal A Land And They'll Make You King.

Your Face May Be Gone, But You Know Who You Are.