Enemies make you stronger, allies make you weaker.

Can you collect chaos? Not collecting, that is the ultimate gathering. What can you gather without gathering yourself.

A popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful.

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.

Historians exercise great power and some of them know it. They recreate the past, changing it to fit their own interpretations. Thus, they change the future as well.

No more terrible disaster could befall your people than for them to fall into the hands of a Hero.

Why is it that foolishness repeats itself with such monotonous precision?