Violence harms the one who does it as much as the one who receives it. You could cut down a tree with an axe. The axe does violence to the tree, and escapes unharmed. Is that how you see it? Wood is soft compared to steel, but the sharp steel is dulled as it chops, and the sap of the tree will rust and pit it. The mighty axe does violence to the helpless tree, and is harmed by it. So it is with men, though the harm is in the spirit.

A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy.

In a cruel land, you either learned to laugh at cruelty or spent your life weeping.

Nobody tells us how to be men. We just are.

The wheel weaves as the wheel wills

Should and would build no bridges.

A beautiful battle is one you don't have to fight