When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.

Everyone asks if a man is rich, no one if he is good.

My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.

Time will bring healing.

We must take care of our minds because we cannot benefit from beauty when our brains are missing.

Our ancestors... purged their guilt by banishment, not death. And by so doing, they stopped that endless vicious cycle of murder and revenge.

My hands are clean, but my heart has somewhat of impurity.