Whatever Can Be Done, Can

You're Welcome In My House When This Is Over. We'll Open A Cask Of Master Al'vere's Best Brandy. We'll Remember Those Who Fell, And We'll Tell Our Children How We Stood When The Clouds Turned Black And The World Started To Die. We'll Tell Them We Stood Shoulder To Shoulder, And There Was Just No Space For The Shadow To Squeeze Through.

The Only Man Completely At Peace Is A Man Without A Navel.

A Myrddraal Has Less Cunning Than A Woman, And A Trolloc Fights With More Honor. And A Goat Has More Sense.

Run When You Have To, Fight When You Must, Rest When You Can.

Dovie'andi Se Tovya Sagain (it's Time To Roll The Dice) - Matrim Cauthon