The High Septon Once Told Me That

No Fight Is Hopeless Till It Has Been Fought.

If I Wanted To Honor You, I´d Let You Retire. I Am Planing To Make You Run The Kingdom And Fight The Wars While I Eat And Drink

I've Never Been Quite Sure What The Point Of A Eunuch Is, If Truth Be Told. It Seems To Me They're Only Men With The Useful Bits Cut Off.

Schemes Are Like Fruit, They Require A Certain Ripening.

You Could Make A Poultice Out Of Mud To Cool A Fever. You Could Plant Seeds In Mud And Grow A Crop To Feed Your Children. Mud Would Nourish You, Where Fire Would Only Consume You, But Fools And Children And Young Girls Would Choose Fire Every Time.