A whiff of grapeshot.

'The people may eat grass': hasty words, which fly abroad irrevocable-and will send back tidings.

O poor mortals, how ye make this earth bitter for each other.

To a shower of gold most things are penetrable.

I own kids, no one fucks with me. The last guy that fucked with me got his shit pushed in out of his mouth, and he ended up choking on his own shit.

'Another war is always coming: They are never properly extinguished. What sparks war? The will to power, the backbone of human nature. The threat of violence, …

The greatest pleasure is to vanquish your enemies and chase them before you, to rob them of their wealth and see those dear to them bathed in tears, to ride th…