If the gods sent you to fight here, then the gods are fools.

Sometimes the cost of winning for all the right reasons is so great that spirits die and hearts grow cold.

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.

One man, one horse, one holocaust on demand.

Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.

Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.

And as for death - we get what we expect.