Some must be warriors, that others may live in peace.

Adventure, yeah. I guess that's what you call it when everybody comes back alive.

The hatched chick cannot go back to the shell, the falcon who has found the sky does not willingly sit the nest.

If there are going to be people out there making war on other people, don't you think it's a good idea for some of those people to at least follow a code of ethics? Not 'honor' but something you can pin down and be sure of, something with the same rules for everybody.

How DARE the villainous cads be as clever as the heroes.

The great love is gone. There are still little loves - friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no longer sit by the fireplace of a palace? Will you deny yourself to those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your hearthfire?

Truth and trust are the means by which civilization holds off barbarism.