Nature has a surer plan than mortals can devise.

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.

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

Men make their own fates - it's personal, not a matter for debate.

If it was true today, it might be untrue tomorrow.

Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.