“Gleaming shell of an outworn lie; fable of Right divine—You gained your crowns by heritage, but Blood was the price of mine.The throne that I won by blood and sweat , by Crom, I will not sellFor promise of valleys filled with gold, or threat of the Halls of Hell!”
“Maybe someone will know I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery;that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth.I repaid vileness with doves.”
“The price for blood is blood”
“I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.”
“My blood will only buy you that fool's regard. I will pay a high price for you to be respected by a churl. Nothing bought with blood is worth having, young man.”
“Sweat saves blood, blood saves lives, but brains saves both.”