Not all men were meant to dance with dragons.

Give a thing a name and it will somehow come to be.

Men of honor will do things for their children that they would never consider doing for themselves.

The sea is never weary. I must be as tireless.

I dreamed... in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, the past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me? ... I remember, Sam. I still remember. Remember what? Dragons, Aemon whispered.

A bag of dragons buys a man's silence for a while, but a well-placed quarrel buys it forever.

In the end words are just wind.