I grieve for these, my people, far more than I fear for my own life. Let me grant your prayers. Strange, hearing you just now. Destiny find me filled with reverence pure in word and deed. Great laws tower above us. . . .
Pride breeds the tyrant. . . .
It's all chance, chance rules our lives. Not a man on earth can see a day ahead, groping through the dark. Better to live at random, best we can. Many a man before you, in his dreams, has shared his mother's bed. Take such a thing for shadows.