It was as if his point of view had, within seconds, gone from that of an ant to that of an eagle. For the sky was hollow, and the world was round.

Death is part of who we are. It guides us. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

It’s better to be sworn to an honest fool than to a lying scholar

Regardless of whether I can shift my affections to another - and the heart, as you observed, is a notoriously fickle beast - the question remains: should I?

There are decades in the making of the one man of renown; Multitudes that go unnoticed who must wreathe for him a crown.

I refuse to repent, and I won't plague myself over what is done and past

Find peace in where and what you are.