First in , Last out. Motto of the bridgeburners

There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived.

The only death I fear is dying ignorant.

He was a man who would never ask for sympathy. He was a man who sought only to do what was right. Such people appear in the world, every world, now and then, like a single refrain of some blessed song, a fragment caught on the spur of an otherwise raging cacophony. Imagine a world without such souls. Yes, it should have been harder to do.

Any reasonable ruler would have the expectation and the demand the other way round.

Ah, Meese has brought us her finest goblets! A moment, whilst Kruppe sweeps out cobwebs, insect husks and other assorted proofs of said goblets' treasured value.

Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.