No one thinks of how much blood it costs.

You did thirst for blood, and with blood I fill you

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.

How much blood will it take to make them stop? How many more children must die?

You'd be surprised how much it costs to look this cheap!

Doubting charms me not less than knowledge. [It., Non menno che saper, dubbiar m'aggrata.]