In every age he had ever studied, doomsayers abounded. No millennium is attractive to the man immured in it; enough prophecies have been made in antiquity that one who desires, in any age, to take the position that apocalypse is at hand can easily defend it. He would not join that dour order; he would not worry about anything but Tempus, and the matter awaiting his attention.

Sometimes the cost of winning for all the right reasons is so great that spirits die and hearts grow cold.

Time to unite the Sacred Bands, Thebans and his people: one unit, one heart, one swing through life.

You must become like yourself.

He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.

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

‎Old enough to kill means old enough to die