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

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.

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

Nothing that is really good and God-like dies.

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

Tears are the messengers of true love.