Fairy tales are more than true; not because they tell us dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
And who are you, the proud lord said, that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat thats all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp my lord, as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere,
But now the rain weep o’er his hall with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall and not a soul to hear.
Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat. --Theodore Roosevelt