Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course. — Steven Erikson

With ever greater frequency they annihilate themselves, for success breeds contempt for those very qualities that purchased it.

An army that waits is soon an army at war with itself.

But now Apsalar was trying to tell him that competence was not justification. That necessity demanded its own path and there was no virtue to be found at its heart.