They managed to sleep together, but there wasn't enough for dreaming.

Freedom is where you can live, as pleases a brave heart; where you can live according to the customs and laws of your Fathers; where you are made happy by that which made your most distant ancestors happy.

Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.

Sorrow eats your heart and courage.

The brave man, indeed, calls himself lord of the land, through his iron, through his blood.

Who has no own conviction dissipates himself in the imitation of others.

Only those who feel little in the eyes of God, can hope to be mighty in the eyes of men.