It's the endlessly thinking about yourself that causes such heart shame.

Begging your pardon, sir....One population can't make peace with another by force.

It's the work that's important, not the individual who does it.

So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.

Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven. So you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it.

No one is exempt from grief.

Science, my dears, is the systematic dissection of nature, to reduce it to working parts that more or less obey universal laws. Sorcery moves in the opposite direction. It doesn't rend, it repairs. It is synthesis rather than analysis. It builds anew rather than revealing the old. In the hands of someone truly skilled,...it is Art.