She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, / And lovers are round her, sighing:/ But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, / For her heart in his grave is lying.

The most part of all princes have more delight in warlike manners and feats of chivalry than in the good feats of peace.

In this world, those who have fallen in love cannot make clear judgements.

Though lovers be lost love shall not.

What I was trying to convey there was the kind of waste land that was left after the war. It was a bit like one always thinks of war, you know, stark scenery and no birds, no trees, no leaves, nothing living. And just emptiness.

His understanding has long been that we could not hold all the land, even if we won the war on terror, because the numbers are against us.