There Are No Clear Paths.

Stopping A Man From What He Wants To Do Is Like Taking A Sweet From A Child. Sometimes You Have To Do It, But Sometimes It Just Isn't Worth The Trouble.

The Wolf May Fight The Bear But The Rabbit Always Looses

And His Paths Shall Be Many, And Who Shall Know His Name, For He Shall Be Beorn Among Us Many Times, In Many Guises, As He Has Been And Ever Will Be, Time Without End. His Coming Shall Be Like The Sharp Edge Of The Plow, Turning Our Lives In Furrows Form Out Of The Places Where We Lie In Our Silence. The Breaker Of Binds; The Forger Of Chains. The Maker Of Futures; The Unshaper Of Destiny. -from Commentaries On The Prophecies Of The Dragon, By Jurith Dorine, Right Hand To The Queen Of Almoren, 742 Ab, The Third Age

A Crafty Enemy Will Set A Weak Ambush You Are Meant To Break Through. Confident Because You Have Dealt With The Threat, Your Guard Relaxed, You Walk Into The Second, Stronger Ambush.

We Should Ask Our Commanders..." Elayne Trailed Off. "if There Are Any We Trust Not To Be Under Compulsion." "there's Only One," Mat Said Grimly, Meeting Her Eyes. "and He's Telling You We Are Finished If We Continue As We Have. The Earlier Plan Was A Good Enough One, But After What We Lost Today...elayne, We're Dead Unless We Choose One Place To Stand, Gather Together, And Fight." One Last Toss Of The Dice.