Ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.
The sun will soon be setting, and corpses make poor company by night. These were dark and dangerous men, alive. I doubt that death will have improved them.
She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.
The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
You'll find truth in your looking glass, not on the tongues of men.
You are an honest and honorable man...Ofttimes I forget that. I have met so few of them in my life.