Knowledge was like a mouthful of dust.

From these Christians who came to [Avalon] to escape the bigotry of their own kind I learned something, at last, of the Nazarene, the carpenter's son who had attained Godhead in his own life and preached a rule of tolerance; and so I came to see that my quarrel was never with the Christ, but with his foolish and narrow priests who mistook their own narrowness for his.

Morgaine laughed and mocked, but when it was a real trouble, no one could be kinder.

If you would have the message of the gods to direct your life, look for that which repeats ... It comes again and again until you have made it part of your soul and your enduring spirit.

The visible world was only an imperfect reflection of the Ideal, which the Philosopher sought to transcend.

On one occasion I shared a bed with about seven other people, but we were all having a party overnight

The truth is not so good a story.