Love is not measured by acts or years, but by truth between two people.

There is no right or wrong, only what we believe is more right or more wrong

Woe is the mind of the common man, so easily controlled by the prospect of an ambition never to be truly attained. This is what tyrants live on and by what commoners are blissfully burdened and subdued.

War was easy. The hard part was cleaning up afterward.

With the threat of them being potential spies or saboteurs, nobody will argue against our actions, and history itself will vindicate us.

Some justice, though did not deal with kindheartedness or good feeling toward others. No, justice had a darker side, a gray area where it mingled alongside vengeance, and only the wise and pure of heart were able to tell the two apart. That kind of justice was swift. It was only called upon afer mercy and morals fail. It was the darkest form of goodness known to anyone, even the gods, and required only the strongest, most daring men to bring about.

Heralds don't sing about men who lived in orthodoxy or played it safe, they sing about men who lived an uncertain future and took enough risks to make your head spin.

We must kill the guard before we can enter the palace.

Respect the dead, learn from them, do not follow or avenge them.