If cities have souls, Sanctuary's was troubled long before Tempus got here, and will be troubled long after he and his are gone.

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.

When the balance is restored, people get hurt.

‎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.

Don't blame yourself, or worry. Neither does a bit of good.

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

You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn.