We're Children. We're Supposed To Be Childish.

Sweet Smells Are Sometimes Used To Cover Foul Ones.

If There Are Gods, Why Is The World So Full Of Pain And Injustice?' 'because Of Men Like You.

Courage And Folly Are Cousins, Or So I’ve Heard.

Soon Comes The Cold, And The Night That Never Ends.

What Is Dead May Never Die, But Rises Again, Stronger And Harder.