But slight mistakes accumulate, and grow to gross errors if unchecked.

Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.

It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.

Wars come and go; politics endure.

True friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety.

If I had to fall from Cassiel's grace, at least I know it took a courtesan worthy of Kings to do it.

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.