Pony_Sage

There are no miracles. There are only men.

If the road is easy, the destination is worthless.

I long for death, not because I seek peace, but because I seek the war eternal.

Ponies united in the purpose of the Empress are blessed in Her sight and shall live forever in Her memory.

A man can walk into heresy with both eyes open, yet remain blessedly ignorant of his sin. This is why no cry of innocence, no matter how heartfelt or genuine can ever be considered.

Turning the weapons of the enemy against him is, of course, of grave danger to one’s soul. It is nonetheless a satisfying thing to see.

Do not presume to judge me or the methods I choose to employ, petty-minded fool. You cannot comprehend the magnitude of the task I have undertaken nor the consequences of my failure.

We are at War with forces too terrible to comprehend. We cannot afford mercy for any of its victims too weak to take the correct course. Mercy destroys us; it weakens us and saps our resolve. Put aside all such thoughts. They are not worthy of Officers in the service of Our Empess. Praise Her name for in our resolve we only reflect her purpose of will.

You are not free whose liberty is won by the rigour of other, more righteous souls. You are merely protected. Your freedom is parasitic, you suck the honorable man dry and offer nothing in return. You who have enjoyed freedom, who have done nothing to earn it, your time has come. This time you will stand alone and fight for yourselves. Now you will pay for your freedom in the currency of honest toil.

All my life, I have had a reputation for being cold, unfeeling. Some have called me heartless, ruthless, even cruel. I am not. I am not beyond emotional response or compassion. But I possess - and my masters count this as perhaps my paramount virtue - a singular force of will. Throughout my career it has served me well to draw on this facility and steel myself, unflinching, at all that this wretched galaxy can throw at me. To feel pain or fear or grief is to allow myself a luxury I cannot aff...

One man can start a landslide with the casting of a single pebble.

I am not asking for blood. I can take your blood. I am asking for souls. Only you can give me your souls.

I will steal from the plate of decadence to feed the mouths of the powerless.

Lay a fire within your soul and another between your hands, and let both be your weapons. For one is faith and the other is victory and neither may ever be put out.

The ponies gathered about Celestia, and fell to their knees in adoration. For they realized that all that had come to pass was gone, and all that remained was the future, and it was filled with the love of the Empress.

Love the Emperess, for She is the salvation of ponykind; Obey Her words, for She will lead you into the light of the future; Heed Her wisdom, for She will protect you from evil; Whisper Her prayers with devotion, for they will save your soul; Honour Her servants, for they speak in Her voice; Tremble before Her majesty, for we all walk in Her immortal shadow.

When the ponies forget their duty they are no longer Equestrian and become something less than beasts. They have no place in the bosom of humanity nor in the heart of the Empress. Let them die and be forgotten.

Damnation starts with little steps, by arrogantly thinking that you are wiser than our great forbears, by tinkering with truth, by compromising, by departing from the straight and narrow path of the light.

War is Peace, Freedom is Slavery, Ignorance is Strength.

Some may question your right to destroy ten billion people. Those who understand realise that you have no right to let them live...

Though the darkness will be rent by noise and flame, Let not men’s souls be broken in the crucible of war.

Light your way in the darkness with the pyres of burning heretics.

Know thine enemy. You are known to him already.

While vile mutants still draw breath, there can be no peace. While foul heretics' hearts still beat, there can be no respite. While faithless traitors still live, there can be no forgiveness.

When cities burn and armies turn, and flee in disarray, cowards will cry 'tis best to fly and fight another day; but warriors know it in their marrow when they die and fall. 'Tis better to have fought and lost than not have fought at all.