We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed.

The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.

We cannot learn men from books.

One isn't necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential. Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can't be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.

She has heard a whisper say,/ A curse is on her if she stay/ To look down to Camelot.

Be kind to one another. You may need each other when you are older.