Blood Always Aids Blood, My Friend.

One Day The Enemy Will Cross The Great Green. They Will Bring War And Tragedy To These Eastern Lands. Such Is The Nature Of Vile Men. Yet We Cannot Live In Dread Of Them. We Cannot Hide Behind These High Walls, Our Hearts Trembling. For That Is Not Life. We Must Accept The Needs And The Duties Of Each Day, And Face Them One At A Time.

Win Or Lose, We Achieve Nothing In The World That We Understand [...]' 'but Then The World Does Not Matter.' 'indeed It Does Not [...] It Is Good To Understand That.

All Men Have Talents. Some Build, Some Paint, Some Write, Some Fight. For Me It Is Different.

I Would Have Offered You A Forest Of Truth, But You Wish To Speak Of A Single Leaf

I Caught A Pebble In The Moonlight.