The existence of tricks does not imply the absence of magic.

Pride makes a man, it drives him, it is the shield wall around his reputation... Men die, they said, but reputation does not die.

The bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet I would write in praise of friendship.

Madness ends sometimes. The Gods decree it, not man.

What I mean by that is that the point of life, as I see it, is not to write books or scale mountains or sail oceans, but to achieve happiness, and preferably an unselfish happiness.

Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).

Life is a jest of the Gods and there is no justice. You must learn to laugh… or else you'll weep yourself to death.