There are things that happen and leave no discernible trace, are not spoken or written of, though it would be very wrong to say that subsequent events go on indifferently, all the same, as though such things had never been.
The seabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the word.
Every setback is just a setup for a comeback.
The price of freedom is the willingness to do sudden battle, anywhere, at any time, and with utter recklessness.