My lord. It is too much, and not enough

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.

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.

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.

Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland

And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.