It's Never Over, Al'thor. The Battle's Never

If You Must Mount The Gallows, Give A Jest To The Crowd, A Coin The Hangman, And Make The Drop With A Smile On Your Lips.

Women," Mat Declared As He Rode Pips Down The Dusty, Little-used Road, "are Like Mules." He Frowned. "wait. No. Goats. Women Are Like Goats. Except Every Flaming One Thinks She's A Horse Instead, And A Prize Racing Mare To Boot. Do You Understand Me, Talmanes?" "pure Poetry, Mat," Talmanes Said, Tamping The Tabac Down Into His Pipe.

Only A Battle Lost Is Sadder Than A Battle Won.

You Cannot Please Everyone. You Cannot Soothe Everyone.

She’s Not For You, Nor You For Her; At Least, Not In The Way You Both Want.