“I will protect those who cannot protect themselves.”

In the end, I worry that my arrogance shall destroy us all.

The man who spent his youth being shoved around, however … When that man gets a little power and authority, he often uses it to become a tyrant on par with the worst warlords in history.

That hat looks ridiculous.” “Fortunately, I can change hats,” Wayne said, “while you, sir, are stuck with that face.

Too many of us take great pains with what we ingest through our mouths, and far less with what we partake of through our ears and eyes.

I want you to go back into the barrack and tell the men to come out after the storm. Tell them to look up at me tied here. Tell them I’ll open my eyes and look back at them, and they’ll know hat I survived.

There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.

A man can only lead when others accept him as their leader, and he has only as much authority as his subjects give to him. All of the brilliant ideas in the world cannot save your kingdom if no one will listen to them.

The motivations of men. They never make sense. And they always make sense.

Raoden looked up at his friend. “We’re not dead, Galladon, and we’re not damned. We’re just unfinished.

I am what the universe made me to be, my dear.

All right,” Spook said. He reached to the ground, scooping up a pile of ash. “Let’s just rub this into your clothing and on your face….” Breeze froze. “I’ll meet you back ath the lair,” he finally said.

That isn’t greatness. That’s just foolishness.

As one is blessed, it is his privilege to help those whose lives are not as easy. Unity comes from strife, child.” Page 193

The entire point of life is to find ways to get others to do your work for you. Don’t you know anything about basic economics?

Most people believe that inequality is rising – and indeed it has been rising for a while in a number of rich countries. And there is lots of talk and realization of this.

You are out of control, Rand al’Thor,’ she declared. I do what must be done,’ he said, speaking now from the shadows. He sounded exhausted. … I hate what you just did, Rand,’ Nynaeve snarled. ‘No, “Hate” isn’t strong enough.