The mind is an enchanting thing.

Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it.

We don't like flowers that do not wilt; they must die, and nine she-camel hairs aid memory.

Hindered characters / seldom have mothers / in Irish stories, but they all have grandmothers.

If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.

The enslaver is enslaved, the hater, harmed.

Egotism is usually subversive of sagacity.