Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

A little truth seasons a lie like salt.

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.

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.

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

It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you

Garner knowledge, by any means possible