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Evil Lives In A Pit. If You Want To Fight It, You Must Climb Down Into The Slime To Do So. White Cloaks Show The Dirt More Thank Black, And Silver Tarnishes.

A Man's Strength Is Ultimately Born Of His Knowledge Of His Own Weakness.

Kings Are Chosen By The Source, So It Is Said. [...] Therefore Those Who Fight For The King Can Be Said To Be Godly. Is That Not Cause Enough?

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.

Makes No Sense To Me,' Said Huntsekker. 'you Don't Know Who Is At Your Door, But You Know The Thoughts Of A Man Twenty Miles Away.' 'life Is A Mystery,' Said Powdermill, With A Gold-toothed Grin. 'it Is That, Right Enough,' Agreed Huntsekker.