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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.

Humankind Is Made For Uncertainty, Struggle, Choice And Change.

Violence Harms The One Who Does It As Much As The One Who Receives It. You Could Cut Down A Tree With An Axe. The Axe Does Violence To The Tree, And Escapes Unharmed. Is That How You See It? Wood Is Soft Compared To Steel, But The Sharp Steel Is Dulled As It Chops, And The Sap Of The Tree Will Rust And Pit It. The Mighty Axe Does Violence To The Helpless Tree, And Is Harmed By It. So It Is With Men, Though The Harm Is In The Spirit.

I Surrender To It, And By Surrendering, I Control It.

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.