If Wishes Had Wings, Sheep Would Fly.

The More Bosom A Woman Displayed, The Less She Wanted You To Look. Openly, At Least.

Pessimism, She Is A Fond Friend Of Yours, Yes?" - That's Uncalled For. I Barely Know Her. Mere Acquaintances, At Best.

The Golden Crane Flies For Tarmon Gai'don!

The Wheel Of Time Turns, And Ages Come And Pass. What Was, What Will Be, And What Is, May Yet Fall Under The Shadow.

In Shinear, A Woman [is] Safe Anywhere, Any Time-except From Trollocs And Myrddraal, Of Course-and Any Man [will] Die To See It So.