‎"To Parlin's mind, nothing showed affection like a hunk of something dead and bleeding on the table.

Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope.

Regardless, I still do not believe that your duty is to do as the people wish. Your duty is to lead as best you can, following the dictates of your conscience. You must be true. Your Majesty, to the man you wish to become.

You are inexperienced. So was I, once. So is every man. The measure of a person is not how much they have lived. . . It's in how they make us of what life has shown them.

That isn’t greatness. That’s just foolishness.

Well,” Waxillium said. “Perhaps I should begin by asking after your health.” “Perhaps you should,” Steris replied. “Er. Yes. How’s your health?” “Suitable.” “So is Waxillium,” Wayne added. They all turned to him. “You know,” he said. “He’s wearing a suit, and all. Suitable. Ahem. Is that mahogany?

You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm. It's really funny.