I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
Ten soldiers wisely led will beat a hundred without a head.
Worse than a true evil is it to bear the burden of faults that are not truly yours.
Every man is like the company he wont to keep.
Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.
Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err.