Excuse me ... but I reject your definitions of me.
One way or another the no doubt mad idea entered my mind that my own actions had historic importance and this fantasy (?) made it appear that people who harmed me were interfering with an important experiment.
Conquered people tend to be witty.
Unless you're completely exploded, there's always something to be grateful for.
Certain blood will be given for half certain reasons, as in all wars.
The spirit knows that its growth is the real aim of existence.