“Poor Hayduke: won all his arguments but lost his immortal soul.”
“He won the war on the battlefield and lost it in a bedchamber, poor fool.”
“See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds.”
“A man only has a soul to be won or lost.”
“All men's souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine.”
“But now his dry and silent grieving for his lost wife must end, for there she stood, the fierce, recalcitrant, and fragile stranger, forever to be won again.”