For power, you know, is a fretful thing, and hath its wings always spread for flight.




(No Ratings Yet)It was then I saw thy mother, and loved her, and took her away in my secret heart.




(No Ratings Yet)Death, you know, keeps secrets better even than a guilty Roman.




(No Ratings Yet)The race was on; the souls of the racers were in it; over them bent the myriads.




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