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Let each choose his own, or be chosen by his own. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #148)

"I am here! Greet me!" It would be doubtless unpleasant to return to one's city, routed and defeated, clad in ashes and rags, to face its councils, to be denied bread, fire, and salt, but better, I thought, that than flight, or falling upon one's sword, for then one might return to war. Life, I thought, sometimes requires a greater courage than death. Different men, different honors. Let each choose his own, or be chosen by his own. I remembered the parapet. When things are done, I thought, how might one better sell one's life than splendidly, gallantly, amidst ringing steel? It is not the worst of deaths to perish in sweat and blood, a sword in one's hand. But different men, different honors. - (Rebels of Gor)