Folks will say anything, and next time round they'll believe it.

To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace.

It does not do to neglect the gods of a place, whoever they may be. In the end, they are all one.

I can say 'reduce your stress level' until I'm blue in the face.

I'm very much to blame for not seeing it before, but who on earth goes about suspecting an impossible outlandish thing like murder? That's something that happens in books, not among people you know.

But I have noticed this about ambitious men, or men in power, that they fear even the slightest and least likely threat to it.

There are such people, unfortunates who have to be angry before they can feel alive. I had sometimes wondered if it were some old relic of pagan superstition, the fear of risking the jealousy and anger of the gods, that made such people afraid of even small happinesses. Or perhaps it was only that tragedy is more self-important than laughter.