Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.
Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
By their own follies they perished, the fools.
I won't lie to you, fatherhood isn't easy like motherhood.
Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'
Trying is the first step toward failure.