We are tiny flames, Helikaon, and we flicker alone in the great dark for no more than a heartbeat. When we strive for wealth, glory and fame, it is meaningless. The nations we fight for will one day cease to be. Even the mountains we gaze upon will crumble to dust. To truly live we must yearn for that which does not die.

Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people seek it.

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.

I don't want eternal life. I want a little joy, a large amount of pleasure, and a swift death once I lose the appetite for either.

Life is a struggle, from the agonies of birth to the railing against death. Devour or be devoured. The law of the wild.

Risks? I have lived with the prospect of assassination for years. What risks? All men die, rich and poor alike. But if I am to die, then let it be while I fight, not like some bullock in a pen waiting for the ax to fall.