All Evils Are Equal When

Rome Is No Longer In Rome, It Is Here Where I Am.

Rome, If You Do Not Wish Me To Betray You, Make Enemies That I Can Hate!

Love Lives On Hope, And Dies When Hope Is Dead; It Is A Flame Which Sinks For Lack Of Fuel.

I Love You Much Less Than My God, But Much More Than Myself.

In Recounting Our Woes, We Often Soothe Them.