That which yields is not always weak.

True friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety.

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

Spontaneity is the province of youth

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised

Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you