Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.

The God of War will see fair play-he's often slain that wants to slay!

Pffft, English. Who needs that? I'm never going to England.

There will be killing till the score is paid.

Kids are great. You can teach them to hate what you hate and, with the Internet and all, they practically raise themselves.

Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.