Fools boast of what they will do. Heroes do it.

There was no such thing as luck. Luck was a word idiots used to explain the consequences of their own rashness, and selfishness, and stupidity. More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.

The wise wait for their moment, but never let it pass.

More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.

But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over.

Fear has made them sloppy. The world teeters at a precipe. All scared to take a step in case they put a foot into empty air. The instinct of self-preservation. It can destroy a man's efficiency.

Once you've got a task to do, it's better to do it than live with the fear of it.