Some people have a gift for stupidity, an almost mystic ability to withstand any form of logic.
An enemy is like a man’s most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.
How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.
I don’t give a damn, laddie. Until the actual moment, when they cut me down, I shall still be looking to win. And the gods of war are fickle at best.
No one can take away the freedom of a man’s soul.
You know how it is. Boy meets girl, girl wants boy dead. An everyday story, really.
The truth. Men will blind themselves with hot irons, rather than face it.
To be truthful i am not entirely sure what people mean when they talk of happiness. There are moments of joy and laughter, the comfort of friendship, but enduring happiness? If it exists i have not found it.
If you want to fight evil, you have to climb down in the slime to do so.
You do not convince me. You rationalize your actions and because the result is favorable you become right.
I would have offered you a forest of truth, but you wish to speak of a single leaf.
Never violate a woman, nor harm a child. Do not lie, cheat or steal. These things are for lesser men. Protect the weak against the evil strong. And never allow thoughts of gain to lead you into the persuit of evil.
The purpose of debates is to explore issues, not end them.
She was his north star, the fixed point round which his world turned. For as long as his heart beat, or hers, he believed they would always share a destiny.
Life is not so simple. There are many futures. The life of a single person is like a great tree: every branch, every twig, every leaf is a possible future.
All beauty is sad. For it fades.
Our modern world, though infinitely more complex than that of ancient Greece, is also far more superficial. Where the Greeks offered simple psychological training, we live in an age of style and spin in which perceptions of good and evil slither and shift with the political view of the moment.
Evil will never be countered while good men do nothing.
It is a merchant’s nature to quibble over coins. It is how we become rich and buy satin shirts. The problems of who governs this area is one for another day.
I think that for the coward every day carries a kind of death.