There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it when they see it; not the stomach to apprehend it as they do it. Most men, blind and dumb in their self-centeredness, don't betray: they merely disappoint.

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.

You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn.

I'm going to kill that god of yours, next. Then we'll see what you can do, and what you can't.

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

Then what difference does human striving make: mortal struggle, valor, pain? If you live, then live for the test of spirit, for the celebration of the heart. Live to fight on other days. Lose your beloveds one by one. And remember. Exalt the kiss of friend and horse and wind and sun, which venality cannot cheapen nor stupidity belittle.

Wars don't bring lasting peace, only lasting death.