But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.

Oh how unhappy is the prince served by such men who are so easily corrupted.

To good and true love, fear is forever affixed.

If you want to avoid seeing an idiot, break the mirror.

So much is a man worth as he esteems himself.

I am going to seek a grand perhaps.

The deed will be accomplished with the least amount of bloodshed possible, and, if possible ..., we'll save all the souls and send them happily off to their abode.