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

Every life has a death, and every light a shadow. Be content to stand in the light, and let the shadow fall where it will.

...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.

I had always been content to know that there was more in the living world than we could hope to understand.

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

Every man carries the seed of his own death, and you will not be more than a man. You will have everything; you cannot have more.

Perhaps loneliness had nothing to do with place or circumstance; perhaps it was in you; yourself. Perhaps, wherever you were, you took your little circle of loneliness with you.