If it was a sin for you to choose me . . . then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.

Everyone can lie, young Roger, given cause enough. Even me. It's only that it's harder for those of us who live in glass faces; we have to think up our lies ahead of time.

He shook his head, absorbed in one of his feats of memory, those brief periods of scholastic rapture where he lost touch with the world around him, absorbed completely in conjuring up knowledge from all its sources.

Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them to stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are-or for not coming back.

Men would eat horse droppings, if ye served them wi' butter.

Healing comes from the healed; not from the physician.

Any piece of good music is in essence a love song.