May Your Swords Stay Sharp!" - Lan

You Could Weave Silk From Pig Bristles Before You Could Make A Man Anything But A Man.

I Had Long Wondered," Lan Said To Tam. "about The Man Who Had Given Rand That Heron-marked Blade. I Wondered If He Had Truly Earned It. Now I Know." Lan Raised His Own Sword In Salute.

Duty Is Heavy As A Mountain, Death Is Light As A Feather.

There Were Many Good Years. Good Decades, Good Centuries. We Believed We Were Living In Paradise. Perhaps That Was Our Downfall. We Wanted Our Lives To Be Perfect, So We Ignored Imperfections. Problems Were Magnified Through Inattention And War Might Have Become Inevitable If The Bore Hadn't Ever Made.

Anyone Who Claimed That Old Age Had Brought Them Patience Was Either Lying Or Senile.