Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.

Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.

Gods have bloody hands.

You must become like yourself.

You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.

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