Truth is a constant delight to those that love her; such beauty holds no power to offend.

Alea iacta est. The die has been cast.

If thou wouldst seek justice, thyself must be just.

She [Mérian] shook her head sadly. 'What Bran wants is impossible.' 'Well,' I [Will] said, 'I wouldn't be too sure. I have seen the lone canny fox outwit the hunter often enough to know that it matters little how many horses and men you have. All the wealth and weapons in the world will not catch the fox that refuses to be caught.

What makes you so certain?" "But I am not certain," I told him. "Nothing is certain. You want certainty?" "Yes!" "Then you want death.

Humility, if it comes at all, almost always comes too late.

I will weep no more for the lost, asleep in their water graves.