In men of the highest character and noblest genius there is to be found an insatiable desire for honor, command, power, and glory.

What is more agreeable than one's home?

The name of peace is sweet, the thing itself is most salutary.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

Friends are proved by adversity.

For even if the allotted space of life be short, it is long enough in which to live honorably and well.

Cicero is dead! Cicero is born! The laughter has filled me, filled me so very completely. I am the laughter. I am the jester. The soul that has served as my constant companion for so long has breached the veil of the Void finally and forever. It is now in me. It is me. The world has seen the last of Cicero the man. Behold Cicero, Fool of Hearts - laughter incarnate!