The impulse which directs to right conduct, and deters from crime, is not only older than the ages of nations and cities, but coeval with that Divine Being who sees and rules both heaven and earth.

Sweet is the memory of past troubles.

The mere act of believing that some wrongful course of action constitutes an advantage is pernicious.

Hmm... That's like telling you about the cold of space, or terror of midnight. Sithis is all those things. He is... the Void.

I follow nature as the surest guide, and resign myself with implicit obedience to her sacred ordinances.

All soils are not fertile.

The real friend is another self.