Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price.

Everything that anyone respects is what men naturally excel at: fighting, accruing wealth, playing at power.

These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to sort out right from wrong, good from bad, holy from profane, honor from dishonor.

It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.

Keep your enemies at a distance, your partners close at hand.

Gods and politics are the tools with which the godless and unprincipled manipulate the gullible.