The air crackled with the presage of lightning, and a heavy mist descended around them.

Truth is a constant delight to those that love her; such beauty holds no power to offend.

Alea iacta est. The die has been cast.

Contrary to what many may think, immortality is not a fairy tale invented to compensate for an unhappy life.

I tell you the truth, a man may not make himself king; only the blessing of him who holds the kingship can elevate a man to that high place. For sovereignty is a sacred trust that may not be bartered or sold; still less may it be stolen or taken by force.

I will weep no more for the lost, asleep in their water graves.

What makes you so certain?" "But I am not certain," I told him. "Nothing is certain. You want certainty?" "Yes!" "Then you want death.