Far, far below the deepest delvings of the dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things.

To crooked eyes truth may wear a wry face

Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament … There you will find romance, glory, honour, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves upon earth.

Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall. We must away ere the break of day. Far over wood and mountain tall.

A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.

Don't tell us about dreams – dream dinners aren't any good and we can't share them.

Better mistrust undeserved than rash words.