In The End We Love Our Desire

In Praise There Is More Obtrusiveness Than In Blame.

Of All Evil I Deem You Capable: Therefore I Want Good From You. Verily, I Have Often Laughed At The Weaklings Who Thought Themselves Good Because They Had No Claws.

A Good Seat On A Horse Steals Away Your Opponent's Courage And Your Onlooker's Heart-what Reason Is There To Attack? Sit Like One Who Has Conquered?

I Love Him Who Maketh His Virtue His Inclination And Destiny: Thus, For The Sake Of His Virtue, He Is Willing To Live On, Or Live No More.

No Victor Believes In Chance.