“Blood is the god of war’s rich livery.”

While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.

Accurst be he that first invented war.

What feeds me destroys me.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Had I as many souls as there be stars, I’d give them all for Mephistopheles!

Who hateth me but for my happiness? Or who is honored now but for his wealth? Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight?

That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.

There is no sin but ignorance.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

I count religion but a childish toy, and hold there is no sin but ignorance.

Our swords shall play the orators for us.

Love is not full of pity (as men say) But deaf and cruel, where he means to pray.

Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.

Lone women, like to empty houses, perish.

Poems and pictures blood and light everything worth feeling twice is bound with such a price.

The spilling of blood is payment for the joy that is to come.

She is the fertile earth that blooms rubies with her blood and honor.

Fashion is in my blood. I feel more sexy and beautiful with it.

She is a voice that can never be silenced, even if her echoes are transformed from blood and ink to rare gems.

The great questions of the day will not be settled by means of speeches and majority decisions but by iron and blood.

I don’t believe in conspiracy theories. I’m just a cold-blooded investigator.

Family is something your heart accepts, not something your blood relates.