Adventurer: he that goes to meet whatever may come. Well, that is what we all do in the world one way or another.

Truly wealth, which men spend all their lives in acquiring, is a valueless thing at the last.

The food that memory gives to eat is bitter to the taste, and it is only with the teeth of hope that we can bear to bite it.

Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.

The great wheel of Fate rolls on like a Juggernaut, and crushes us all in turn, some soon, some late

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

We run to place and power over the dead bodies of those who fail and fall; ay, we win the food we eat from out the mouths of starving babes.