The only death I fear is dying ignorant.
Such is the vastness of his genius that he can outwit even himself.
Do mortal fools still measure the increments leading to their deaths, wagering pleasures against costs, persisting in the delusion that deeds have value, that the world and all the gods sit in judgment over every decision made or not made?
The harder the world, the fiercer the honour.
I hear Seven Cities natives grow fruit just so they can eat the larvae in them.
Ah, Meese has brought us her finest goblets! A moment, whilst Kruppe sweeps out cobwebs, insect husks and other assorted proofs of said goblets' treasured value.