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.

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

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

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

There's more to clothing than just adornment. It does more than merely change how the world perceives us. It changes how we perceive ourselves.

There is as much deception in noise as there is in silence

And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.