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"It is easier to do one's duty to others than to one's self. If you do your duty to others, you are considered reliable. If you do your duty to yourself, you are considered selfish."


"In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage . . ."

Legate, I had the news last night—my cohort ordered home
By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome.
I've marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below:
Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go!

I've served in Britain forty years, from Vectis to the Wall.
I have none other home than this, nor any life at all.
Last night, I did not understand, but, now the hour draws near
That calls me to my native land, I feel that land is here.


Here where men say my name was made, here where my work was done;
Here where my dearest dead are laid—my wife—my wife and son;
Here where time, custom, grief and toil, age, memory, service, love,
Have rooted me in British soil. Ah, how can I remove?

For me this land, that sea, these airs, those folk and fields suffice.
What purple Southern pomp can match our changeful northern skies,
Black with December snows unshed or pearled with August haze—
The clanging arch of steel-grey March, or June's long-lighted days?

You'll follow widening Rhodanus till vine and olive lean
Aslant before the sunny breeze that sweeps Nemausus clean
To Arelate's triple gate; but let me linger on,
Here where our stiff-necked British oaks confront Euroclydon!


You'll take the old Aurelian Road through shore-descending pines
Where, blue as any peacock's neck, the Tyrrhene Ocean shines.
You'll go where laurel crowns are won, but—will you e'er forget
The scent of hawthorn in the sun, or bracken in the wet?

Let me work here for Britain's sake—at any task you will—
A marsh to drain, a road to make or native troops to drill.
Some Western camp (I know the Pict) or granite Border keep,
Mid seas of heather derelict, where our old messmates sleep.

Legate, I come to you in tears—My cohort ordered home!
I've served in Britain forty years. What should I do in Rome?
Here is my heart, my soul, my mind—the only life I know.
I cannot leave it all behind. Command me not to go!"

That's beautiful.

"It is well that war is so terrible, or we should get too fond of it."

—General Robert E. Lee

For a full understanding of where these quotes come from

http://www.webscription.net/10.1125/Bae ... 92___1.htm

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Stargate_SG-1

list of a load of decent sg1 quotes

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Stargate_Atlantis

ditto for atlantis

Great posts, High Empty. I've always liked the Roman Centurion's song.

I'm a bit of a quotations geek, and I have umpteen favourites. This one has been going through my head lately though. It's infinitely applicable.

"It ought to be remembered that there is nothing more difficult to take in hand, more perilous to conduct, or more uncertain in its success, than to take the lead in the introduction of a new order of things. Because the innovator has for enemies all those who have done well under the old conditions, and lukewarm defenders in those who may do well under the new. This coolness arises partly from fear of the opponents, who have the laws on their side, and partly from the incredulity of men, who do not readily believe in new things until they have had a long experience of them."

- Niccolò Machiavelli

He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche.

He also said,

Morality is the herd-instinct in the individual.


Woot my first post on the forums

"One's just got to love Nietzsche... live by his ideology, and ye shall become immortals." - myself.

Entil'zha Jadzia wrote:"One's just got to love Nietzsche... live by his ideology, and ye shall become immortals." - myself.

Or kill yourself

The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing." -
Socrates


Wooho! second post!

A bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush

let sleeping dogs lie

never look a gift horse in the mouth

if the wind changes you face will stick like that