If you would rise, do so alone.

It makes sense for people who are good at fighting to go out and do it-because if they're good at it, that means the fewest number of other people die.

The people who keep coping, keep trying, no matter how many blows Fate takes at them. Nobody'll make a song about them, but they're heroes all the same.

Change or stagnate. Keep moving or die.

Of three things be wary- of a feather on a cat, The shepherd eating mutton, And a guardsman that is fat.

A book's alright when the weather's foul and there's nothing else to do, but why sit and read when the wind is calling your name?

Three things never trust in- The maiden sworn as pure, The vows a king has given, And an ambush that is sure.