Many have justice in their hearts, but slowly it is let fly, for it comes not without council to the bow.
Do not be afraid; our fate Cannot be taken from us; it is a gift.
Doubting pleases me no less than knowing
Here pity only lives when it is dead - Virgil
The well heeded well heard.
Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people