Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

Wars come and go; politics endure.

Nothing spoils idle pleasure like too much awareness

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

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

I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.