O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.

We control fifty percent of a relationship. We influence one hundred percent of it.

Things that are not at all, are never lost.

Why should you love him whom the world hates so? Because he love me more than all the world.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be.

Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.