Terror Made Me Cruel.

Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves.

Good Words," I Replied. "but Deeds Must Prove It Also; And After He Is Well, Remember You Don't Forget Resolutions Formed In The Hour Of Fear.

If All Else Perished, And He Remained, I Should Still Continue To Be; And If All Else Remained, And He Were Annihilated, The Universe Would Turn To A Mighty Stranger.

I Despise Him For Himself, And Hate Him For The Memories He Revives!

Every Leaf Speaks Bliss To Me, Fluttering From The Autumn Tree.