The hand that held the dagger has struck it into the back of its neighbor.

The Savior of the whole world chose twelve disciples, and even one of that small number, selected by superhuman wisdom, turned out a traitor and a devil.

The Princes of this house have abandoned their capital, not like soldiers of honour who cede to the circumstances and setbacks of the war, but like the perjured who are pursued by their own remorse.

He who never puts his trust in any man will never be deceived.

There comes a time when silence is betrayal.

You might win some, but you just lost one.