The castle of Cair Paravel on its little hill towered up above them; before them were the sands, with rocks and little pools of salt water, and seaweed, and the smell of the sea and long miles of bluish-green waves breaking for ever and ever on the beach. And oh, the cry of the seagulls! Have you ever heard it? Can you remember?

Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step; for lasting passion is the dream of a harlot and from it we wake in despair.

The best swordsman in the world may be disarmed by a trick that's new to him.

He who has not forgiven an enemy has never yet tasted one of the most sublime enjoyments of life.

Because we love something else more than this world, we love even this world more than those who know no other.

I wonder do the gods know what it feels like to be a man.

Knock and it shall be opened.' But does knocking mean hammering and kicking the door like a maniac?