I am a part of all that I have met. Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams that untravl'd world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.

I'll get out of this city alive, even if it kills me!

We men are wretched things.

It is not good to have a rule of many.

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

There is no fouler fiend than a woman when her mind is bent to evil.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.