He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.
For we put the thought of all that we love into all that we make.
We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!
History often resembles myth, because they are both ultimately of the same stuff.
You can only come to the morning through the shadows.
There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over... Faint to my ears came the gathered rumor of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of overburdened stone.