She didn't have the right to lose herself in her rage and let it take her to oblivion. No matter what she'd been through. She wouldn't allow herself to become a human scar, a compendium of personal loss. She had the obligation to be more than the sum of her grievances with the world.

My friend is not a diplomat. She is the failure of diplomacy. She is the breakdown of negotiations. There is no escalation of hostilities beyond her.

Preparedness carries the day.

Water was calmness and tranquility, but it was the rage of a storm as well.

If one path of a fork promised you oblivion, it didn't really matter what the other path held in store.

Fortune was an invisible, unconquerable creature that ruled commonfolk and noble alike.

You either accept the risk of winning, or the guarantee of losing.

Nope! Gonna cut you off right there. The last time I listened to a Firebender talk about 'honor' my ears nearly rotted off my skull. Had to kick him out of my bed with both feet.

...at the cost of sufficient effort, sometimes heroic, inhuman effort, things could get better over time.

What you do when no one is guiding you determines who you are.