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Better is it for each one of us that he should avenge his friend, than greatly mourn. Each of us must expect an end of living in this world; let him who may win glory before death: for that is best at last for the departed warrior.
— Warrior
Better is it for each one of us that he should avenge his friend, than greatly mourn. Each of us must expect an end of living in this world; let him who may win glory before death: for that is best at last for the departed warrior.
Once a warrior gentle of birth,Shall go to the dogs and the dogs go mad.
The two worst strategic mistakes to make are acting prematurely and letting an opportunity slip; to avoid this, the warrior treats each situation as if it were unique and never resorts to formulae, recipes or other people's opinions.
We warriors of light must be prepared to have patience in difficult times and to know the Universe is conspiring in our favor, even though we may not understand how.
Warriors of the light are not perfect. Their beauty lies in accepting this fact and still desiring to grow and to learn.
A warrior of the light never confuses tension with anxiety.
And, though the warrior's sun has set,Bright, radiant, blest.
Strategy is the craft of the warrior.
It is said the warrior's is the twofold Way of pen and sword, and he should have a taste for both Ways. Even if a man has no natural ability he can be a warrior by sticking assiduously to both divisions of the Way. Generally speaking, the Way of the warrior is resolute acceptance of death.
And the stern joy which warriors feelIn foemen worthy of their steel.
Warriors!—and where are warriors found,Love more than they the British lyre?
The painful warrior famoused for fight,And all the rest forgot for which he toiled.
The warrior is unique, he alone is the equal of many; Utu is unique, he alone is the equal of many. With your life you should always be on the side of the warrior; with your life you should always be on the side of Utu.
Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies,With impious scorn insult our solemn woe.
Home they brought her warrior dead.
No useless coffin enclosed his breast, With his martial cloak around him.
