The Golden Crane Flies For Tarmon Gai'don!

Wounds To The Pride Are Remembered Long After Wounds To The Flesh.

If You Pursue Two Hares, Both Will Escape You.

We Rode On The Winds Of The Rising Storm, We Ran To The Sounds Of The Thunder. We Danced Among The Lightning Bolts, And Tore The World Asunder.

The Leaf Lives Its Appointed Time, And Does Not Struggle Against The Wind That Carries It Away. The Leaf Does No Harm, And Finally Falls To Nourish New Leaves. So It Should Be With All Men And Women.

Even A Queen Stubs Her Toe, But A Wise Woman Watches The Path.