Death is a mercy, and I have enough mercy to go around.
Avarice is a cursed vice: offer a man enough gold, and he will part with his own small hoard of food, however great his hunger.
Poverty persuades a man to do and suffer everything that he may escape from it.
Now that I know what I want, I don't have to hold on to it quite so much.
There is no happiness without tears, no life without death. Beware! I am going to make you cry.
Be grateful. By slaying you now, I spare you an eternity of torment.