It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.

My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!

No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot forever fence it out.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.