Time Cleanses What It Touches Over Time.

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

His Resolve Is Not To Seem The Bravest, But To Be.

Once To Die Is Better Than Length Of Days In Sorrow Without End.

There Are Times When Fear Is Good. It Must Keep Its Watchful Place At The Heart's Controls.