Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.

A son for a son, heh. But that's a grandson...and he never was much use." --Walder Frey

Always keep your foes confused. If they are never certain who you are or what you want, they cannot know what you are like to do next.

Laughter is poison to fear.

Now when Túrin learnt from Finduilas of what had passed, he was wrathful, and he said to Gwindor: 'In love I hold you for your rescue and sake-keeping. But now you have done ill to me, friend, to betray my right name, and call my doom upon me, from which I would lie hid.'
But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name.

You renounce your friendship even in the hour of our need ' he said. 'Yet you were glad indeed to receive our aid when you came at last to these shores fainthearted loiterers and well-nigh emptyhanded. In huts on the beaches would you be dwelling still had not the Noldor carved out your haven and toiled upon your walls.