The oak recalls the acorn, the acorn dreams the oak, the stump lives in them both.
The most insidious thing about bondage was how easy it was to grow accustomed to it.
The more you give a king the more he wants. We are walking on a bridge of ice with an abyss on either side. Pleasing one king is difficult enough. Pleasing two is hardly possible.
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.
The man who fears losing has already lost.
The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true.
The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them.
The gods mock the prayers of kings and cowherds alike.
The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings care about peasants.
The gods are blind. And men see only what they wish.
The brightest flame casts the darkest shadows.
Tears. The woman’s weapon, my lady mother used to call them. The man’s weapon is a sword. And that tells us all you need to know, doesn’t it?
