The false is nothing but an imitation of the true.
Who can love the man he fears. or by who he thinks he is himself feared?
Nothing is more disgraceful than insincerity.
Hmm... That's like telling you about the cold of space, or terror of midnight. Sithis is all those things. He is... the Void.
Kindness is produced by kindness.
The life of the dead consists in the recollection cherished of them by the living.