Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

Garner knowledge, by any means possible

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

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

For every victory there is a price.

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

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart