The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.

Oh, I didn't think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again," I say, cheerily. "It's sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it.

I am a jumble of passions, misgivings, and wants. It seems that I am always in a state of wishing and rarely in a state of contentment.

Travel opens your mind as few other things do.

There's no such thing as nothing. In every nothing, there's a something. In fact, there could be everything!

It's so laughable that it's somewhere beyond comedy and right into tragedy again.

May I suggest that you all read? And often. Believe me, it's nice to have something to talk about other than the weather and the Queen's health. Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.