...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.

There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.

I've always wondered if there was a God. And now I know there is -- and it's me.

I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.

The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.

There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.