I understand the gist of your speculation,' said Rhialto. 'It is most likely nuncupatory.

Beauty is a luster which love bestows to guile the eye. Therefore it may be said that only when the brain is without love will the eye look and see no beauty.

In fact, almost every job you get somebody watching you.

I must cite an intrinsic condition of the universe. We set forth in any direction which seems convenient; each leads to the same place: the end of the universe.

What is an evil man? The man is evil who coerces obedience to his private ends, destroys beauty, produces pain, extinguishes life.

Mischief moves somewhere near and I must blast it with my magic.

In the end, death came uniformly to all, and all extracted as much satisfaction from their dying as this essentially graceless process could afford.