All we have to do is decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.
It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.”
Even darkness must pass a new will come and when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.
Not all those who wander are lost.
Death is another path, one that we all must take.
I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.
Tt is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing.
Home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to thread through shadows to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight.
Yet such oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.
It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succor of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be eager to deal in judgment. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.
Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet, though you do not see them.
A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.
I thought up an ending for my book. And he lives happily ever after, till the end of his days.