Loyalty in time of need is possibly one of the noblest of victories a courtier can win over himself.
Love knows nothing of modesty.
Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.
Little minds find satisfaction for their feelings, good or bad, in little things.
Is there any instinct more deeply implanted in the heart of man than the pride of protection, a protection which is constantly exerted for a fragile and defenceless creature?