I Make Little Distinction Between Those Who

Our Souls Are But Leaves In A Storm, And Only The Gods Know Where We Will Come To Rest.

I May Be Stupid, As You Say, To Believe In Honour And Friendship And Loyalty Without Price. But These Are Virtues To Be Cherished, For Without Them We Are No More Than Beasts Roaming The Land.

When Your Life Has Been Spent In One War After Another For Forty-five Years, You Have To Be Pretty Handy To Survive.

We All Have Scars [...] Better By Far For Them To Be Worn On The Outside.

Love Is In The Eyes, And One Woman Knows When Another Woman Is In Love.