In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.

If It Doesn't Have Siamese Twins In A Jar, It Is Not A Fair.

For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

The Force Of Union Conquers All.