We humans do not understand compassion. In each moment of our lives, we betray it. Aye, we know of its worth, yet in knowing we then attach to it a value, we guard the giving of it, believing it must be earned, T’lan Imass. Compassion is priceless in the truest sense of the wold. It must be given freely. In abundance.

Fear bespeaks of wisdom. Recognition of responsibility.

Gods, I wish the world was full of passive women.He thougt for a moment longer, then scowled. On second thoughts, what a nightmare that'd be. It's the job of a man to fan the spark into flames, not quench it.

It is one thing to lead by example with half a dozen soldiers at your back. It is wholly another with ten thousand.

Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.

I was needed, but I myself did not need. I had followers, but not allies, and only now do I understand the difference. And it is vast.

Destiny is a lie. Destiny is justification for atrocity. It is the means by which murderers armour themselves against reprimand. It is a word intended to stand in place of ethics, denying all moral context.