Live to fight on other days.

Let fools believe what fools believe.

Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.

This is as 'alone' as I'm likely to get with you - you're not half so fetching as your daughter.

So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.

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.

‎What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.