They dont understand what real treasure is. They see it in gold and copper, and tin. They see in herds of horses or cattle. They gather treasures to themselves, building great storehouses, which they guard ferociously. Then they die. What good is it then?

One day the enemy will cross the Great Green. They will bring war and tragedy to these eastern lands. Such is the nature of vile men. Yet we cannot live in dread of them. We cannot hide behind these high walls, our hearts trembling. For that is not life. We must accept the needs and the duties of each day, and face them one at a time.

Do not speak badly of yourself, for the warrior that is inside you hears your words and is lessened by them.

Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love, friendship, honour, valour, respect. All these things have to be earned.

Miracles are merely events that happen just when they are needed.

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.

... Life can be savored only if you look to the future and leave vengeance to the gods