I Am Too Rich Already, For My

He Saw In Happiness The Seeds Of Independence, And In Independence The Seeds Of Revolt.

Lingering Is So Very Lonely When One Lingers All Alone.

For Death Is Life. It Is Only Living That Is Lifeless.

There Are Times When The Air That Floats Between Mortals Becomes, In Its Stillness And Silence, As Cruel As The Edge Of A Scythe.

Mount And Begone. The World Awaits You.