The wise with hope support the pains of life.
Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.
Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.
I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
In goodness there are all kinds of wisdom.
When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him.