One must gauge one's trust carefully.

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved.

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

For every victory there is a price.

To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?