I Don't Know Yet Whether I Fully

I Think Maybe It Is Better To Believe Than Not To Believe. But I Couldn't Tell You Why.

You Do Not Convince Me. You Rationalize Your Actions And Because The Result Is Favorable You Become Right.

I May Be Stupid, As You Say, To Believe In Honour And Friendship And Loyalty Without Price. But These Are Virtues To Be Cherished, For Without Them We Are No More Than Beasts Roaming The Land.

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.

Nothing In Life Is Sure, My Son. Except The Promise Of Death.