The nature of a coward is to avoid death. If such a man courts peril there can be only two reasons. Either he is not a coward at all or there is no danger.
Liberty is only valued when it is threatened, therefore it is the threat that highlights the value. We should be grateful to the Nadir, since they heighten the value of our liberty.
A man must know his limitations.
Every man has his own reason for every deed. Usually it is selfish.
Blood always aids blood, my friend.
Come back and stand with us, lad. We will all go down together that’s what makes us who we are.
Your men are brave men, And you have won. I can live with that, Earl of Bronze a poor man would I be if I could not.
It is not hard to change when your biggest problem is whether the weeds prosper in a vegetable patch.
No matter how impossible this war, I shall fight to win. Whatever I have to do, I will do.
Foolish: It’s all foolish. Life is a farce a stupid, sickening farce played out by fools.
One hundred only, Lord Earl. But judge us not by our number. Rather, watch the numbers of dead we leave behind.
Life is sad enough, Magir. Laughter is a thing to be treasured.
Your face may be gone, but you know who you are.
I think maybe it is better to believe than not to believe. But I couldn’t tell you why.
None of us can choose the manner of our passing.
Man is capable of greatness, love, nobility, compassion. Yet never forget that his capacity for evil is infinite. It is a sad truth, boy, that if you sit now and think of the worst tortures that could ever be inflicted on another human being, they will already have been practiced somewhere. If there is one sound that follows the march of humanity, it is the scream.
It is said a man doesn’t get old while his mother lives. I think it’s true. You are always a child in her eyes. It is irritating in the extreme. But you know, when they have gone, you’d give the earth just to hear them treating you like a child once more.
How simple love would be, Younger Brother, if we only had to bestow it on those who deserved it. Yet what would it be worth? If you gave a poor man a silver coin then that would be a gift. If you expected him to pay you back, then that would make it a loan. We do not loan our love, Lantern. We give it freely.
When a fool sees himself as he is, then he is a fool no longer; and when a wise man learns of his own wisdom, then he becomes a fool.” This caused me great trouble, for it seemed mere word play. But after many years I have come to this conclusion: that only in certainty is there moral danger. Doubt is the gift we must cherish, for it forces us to question our motives constantly. It guides us to truth.
Get rid of your doubts. Yesterday is dead. Past mistakes are like smoke in the breeze.