Truth and trust are the means by which civilization holds off barbarism.

The hatched chick cannot go back to the shell, the falcon who has found the sky does not willingly sit the nest.

If there are going to be people out there making war on other people, don't you think it's a good idea for some of those people to at least follow a code of ethics? Not 'honor' but something you can pin down and be sure of, something with the same rules for everybody.

It isn't wise to be rude to one's mother. She knows everything about your childhood that is potentially embarassing.

Adventure, yeah. I guess that's what you call it when everybody comes back alive.

Change or stagnate. Keep moving or die.

The dragonets found the carpenters to be even more fascinating than the furniture, and followed the poor men from pen to pen, crowding around to watch, tasting the wooden planks, trying to steal the tools. It made for an interesting day for everyone, as the boys tried to keep the dragonets away from the carpenters, and the dragonets tried to get at the carpenters, and the carpenters worked probably a great deal faster than they ever had in their lives, sure that the dragonets would go from tasting the wood to tasting them.