A pig painted gold is still a pig.

Still waters run deep. All things change until we wake. Dreams drift in the wind.

On the heights, all paths are paved with daggers. -Old Seanchan saying

I grew up around strong women; weak men were pickled and salted. The women wouldn't waste time raising a weak boy.

If your enemy offers you two targets, strike at a third.

The leaf lives its appointed time, and does not struggle against the wind that carries it away. The leaf does no harm, and finally falls to nourish new leaves. So it should be with all men and women.

You're not asking me to guess the mind of Matrim Cauthon, are you?" Elayne asked. "I'm convinced that Mat only acts simple so that people will let him get away with more.