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Speak Not Against Anyone Whose Burden You Have Not Weighed Yourself.

Rome Was Mud And Smoky Skies; The Rank Smell Of The Tiber And The Exotically Spiced Cooking Fires Of A Hundred Different Nationalities. Rome Was White Marble And Gilding And Heady Perfumes; The Blare Of Trumpets And The Shrieking Of Market-women And The Eternal, Sub-aural Hum Of More People, Speaking More Languages Than Gaius Had Ever Imagined Existed, Crammed Together On Seven Hills Whose Contours Had Long Ago Disappeared Beneath This Encrustation If Humanity. Rome Was The Pulsing Heart Of The World.

Love Is The Only Prayer I Know.

Darling, I Wish I Could Help You. Try To Remember This: To Live, You Need Every Experience. Some Will Come In Glory And In Beauty, And Some In Pain And What Seems Like Ugliness. But - They Are. Life Consists Of Opposites In Balance.

I Have Neither Talent Or Taste For Kingship, Cousin. I Am A Warrior, And To Dwell Always In One Place And Live At Court Would Weary Me To Death!