“You have felt my cruelty, yes. In time, you will see that my power lies not only in producing pain but in succoring those who are mine."
"My false god was irrevocably dead, but my Adversary still lived to slaver after my heart."
“Is this pil’d earth our Being’s passless mound? / Tell me, cold grave! is Death with poppies crown’d?”
“If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment or so, / I could be knighted.”