We Men Are Wretched Things.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

Youth Is Quick In Feeling But Weak In Judgement.