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.

Who has never exploded in a fury does not know love either.

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

Tears are the messengers of true love.

Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.

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

Sorrow eats your heart and courage.