We Make Choices Everyday, Some Of Them

Nothing In Life Is Sure, My Son. Except The Promise Of Death.

I Think That For The Coward Every Day Carries A Kind Of Death.

The Baresark Loses All Fear; His Method Is All-out Attack, And Invariably He Takes His Opponent With Him Even If He Falls.

Love Is For Fools. It Is A Surging Of Blood In The Loins ... There Is No Mystery, And No Magic. Find Someone Else, My Boy.

Why Must I Have The Piglet?' 'because You Are The Best.' 'i Do Not Understand.' 'teach Him.' 'and Who Teaches Me?' ' As An Officer, My Lord, You Will Have Many Men Under Your Command And Not All Will Be Gifted. You Must Learn To Use Each Man To His Best Advantage.