I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer

To have a traitor for an ally is to have an enemy in waiting

There are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm ... these things are ever welcome.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

My lord. It is too much, and not enough