No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.

In the end it doesn't matter what you do.

You will kill 10 of our men, and we will kill 1 of yours, and in the end it will be you who tire of it.

It doesn't matter about money; having it, not having it. Or having clothes, or not having them. You're still left alone with yourself in the end.

It's stasis that kills you off in the end, not ambition.

In the end, you're measured not by how much you undertake but by what you finally accomplish.