Every little bit of good I may do, let me do it now for I may not come this way again.
I would have offered you a forest of truth, but you wish to speak of a single leaf
I was a man before I was a king, and no true man walks away when a friend needs him.
Do not speak badly of yourself, for the warrior that is inside you hears your words and is lessened by them.
The night has a capacity for terror that the day can never match.
Not one of the creatures of blood can escape death. We all face it, and succumb to it. It follows us like a dark shadow. Yet if we live in terror of it, then we do not live at all. Yes we are born alone, and yes we will die alone. But in between, Tae, we live. We know joy.