Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I'd always thought kindness a trivial virtue therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightene… - Lois McMaster Bujold

Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men have always a choice - if not whether, then how, they may endure.

Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I'd always thought kindness a trivial virtue, therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightened, with our deaths shouting at us, in the heart of horror, you were still as unfailingly courteous as a gentleman at ease before his own hearth.

Men have always a choice - if not whether, then how, they may endure.

Men may move mountains, but ideas move men.

She’d have no objection to the principle of the thing, but she didn’t exactly approve of the military. She didn’t exactly disapprove, either; she just made it plain that she thought there were better things for intelligent human beings to do with their lives.

Vorkalloner seemed suddenly less amusing. “Why are you all so anxious to put us in a bottle, anyway?”
“Why, orders,” said Vorkalloner simply, like an ancient fundamentalist who answers every question with the tautology, “Because God made it that way.” Then a little agnostic doubt began to creep over his face. “Actually, I thought we might have been sent out here on guard duty as some kind of punishment,” he joked.
The remark caught Vorkosigan’s humor. “For your sins? Your cosmology is too egocentric, Aristede”