No man loves life like him that's growing old.
Sleep, ignorant of pain, sleep, ignorant of grief, may you come to us blowing softly, kindly, kindly come king.
In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace.
Brave hearts do not back down back off.
What greater wound is there than a false friend?
To be doing good deeds is man's most glorious task.