Nothing is more revolting than the majority; for it consists of a few vigorous predecessors, of knaves who make a place for themselves, of weak people who assimilate themselves, and the mass that toddles after them without knowing in the least what it wants.
And what are the achievements of your fragile Imperium? It is a corpse rotting slowly from within while maggots writhe in its belly. It was built with the toil of heroes and giants, and now it is inhabited by frightened weaklings to whom the glories of those times are half-forgotten legends. I have forgotten nothing and my wisdom has expanded far beyond mere mortal frailties.