Foolish: It’s all foolish. Life is a farce a stupid, sickening farce played out by fools.
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.
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.
I think that for the coward every day carries a kind of death.
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.
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.