It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.

Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.

Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.

Gods and politics are the tools with which the godless and unprincipled manipulate the gullible.

No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.

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.