In the realm of human destiny the depth of man's questioning is more important than his answers.

Nothing whatever is hidden; from of old, all is clear as daylight.

Along with terror, there sweeps over the warrior in a seething tide of blood-red waves, ecstasy.

When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.