That was the problem ... with trusting to the written word ... We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends. And in doing so, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves.

Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland

It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

Garner knowledge, by any means possible

I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.