“Words are wind, and the only good wind is that which fills our sails.”

“Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”

“What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”

“Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty. What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms ... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”

“Words are wind.”

“Men are men, vows are words, and words are wind.”

“In the end words are just wind.”