Kais Klip

For every bell toll and battle honour, a thousand heroes die alone, unsung and unremembered.

Guilt upon the soul, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, until at last it eats out the very heart and substance of the metal. But if all the world hates you, and believes you wicked, while your own conscience absolves you, you will not be without friends.

Who's the greedy one, he who asks or he who does not give? At the end, there is no good or bad. No right or wrong. No traitor or loyalist. At the end, what the future judges, decries and praises is decided by the end result; the victor and the vanquished. -K

The difference between gods and daemons largely depends upon where one is standing at the time.

Every door a new horror, and every moment a moment lost.

Hope is the first step to dissapointment.

There is no cure for the sickness inside all men's hearts.

Everything degenerates in the hands of men.

Small steps corrupt.