No one is so busy that he hasn't the time to dismantle a work of art.

This was the first time that he has ever looked into the labyrinth of the human soul. He was very far from understanding what he saw. But what was of more value, he felt and suffered with her. In years that were yet to come, he relived this memory in song, in the most beautiful song this world has known. For the understanding of the soul's defencelessness, of the conflict between the two poles, is not the source of the greatest song. The source of the greatest song is sympathy.

A wise man once said that next to losing its mother, there is nothing more healthy for a child than to lose its father.

Bjartur declared that he had never denied that there was much that was strange in nature. "I consider that there's nothing wrong in believing in elves even though their names aren't on the parish register," he said. "It hurts no one, yes and even does you good rather than harm; but to believe in ghosts and ghouls-that I contend is nothing but the remains of popery and hardly fit for a Christian to give even a moment's consideration." He did his utmost to persuade the women to accept his views on these matters.

Remember, any lie you are told, even deliberately, is often a more significant fact than a truth told in all sincerity.

No one is so busy that he hasn't the time to dismantle a work of art.

You have fettered yourself of your own free will, man - break the fetters!