In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!

Sentimentality is unearned emotion.

There's no friends like the old friends.

He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

History is that nightmare from which there is no awakening.

Fall if you will, but rise you must.