O virtue, I have followed you through life, and find you at last but a shade.
To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.
This is what it means to be a slave; to be abused and bear it; compelled by violence to suffer wrong.
All men know their children mean more than life.
I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes.