Shame Greatly Hurts Or Greatly Helps Mankind.

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

Whoever Among Men Who Walk The Earth Has Seen These Mysteries Is Blessed, But Whoever In Uninitiated And Has Not Received His Share Of The Rite, He Will Not Have The Same Lot As The Others, Once He Is Dead And Dwells In The Mould Where The Sun Goes Down.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

You Know Those Balls That They Put On Car Antennas So You Can Find Them In The Parking Lot? Those Should Be On Every Car!