Evil conquered?' said Gwydion. 'You have learned much, but learn this last and hardest of lessons. You have conquered only the enchantments of evil. That was the easiest of your tasks, only a beginning, not an ending. Do you believe evil itself to be so quickly overcome? Not so long as men still hate and slay each other, when greed and anger goad them. Against these even a flaming sword cannot prevail, but only that portion of good in all men's hearts whose flame can never be quenched.

It is harsh enough for each man to bear his own wound. But he who leads bears the wounds of all who follow him.

-I'm trying to make myself invisible. -That's an odd thing to attempt.

At the end of knowledge, wisdom begins, and at the end of wisdom, there is not grief...but hope

If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?

You know how chickens are, imagining the world coming to an end one moment, then pecking corn the next.

By all means," cried the bard, his eyes lighting up. "A Fflam to the rescue! Storm the castle! Carry it by assault! Batter down the gates!" "There's not much of it left to storm," said Eilonwy. "Oh?" said Fflewddur, with disappointment. "Very well, we shall do the best we can.