One foot in front of the other, wasn't that the grownup way of solving problems? Surely he ought to be a grownup at his age.

Like integrity, love of life was not a subject to be studied, it was a contagion to be caught. And you had to catch it from someone who had it.

The good face pain. But the great? They embrace it.

A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry--even if he is at a convenient height for it.

Some men just aren't cut out for paternity. Better they should realize it before and not after they become responsible for a son.

I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys the people around him.

There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul-destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating.