We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.
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
Wars come and go; politics endure.
Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear
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