We have no names, no family. Every one of us is poor and powerless. And yet together, we can overthrow an empire
Hypocrisy is a boil. Lancing a boil is never pleasant
His sins do not pardon your own
The Warrior punishes those who believe themselves beyond the reach of justice. But the Mother shows her mercy to those who kneel before her
You are the few, we are the many. And when the many stop fearing the few...
sin leads us away from the sacred. And only confession can purge sin
The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes. How'd we smell without perfume